"The next day, early in the morning, the shop-boy came running into the house in a great hurry, and said that nine cart-loads of goods were standing at the gate. The man who was in charge of them was asking for Sarkis.
"'What kind of an invasion is this!' cried Sarkis. 'I must go and see who it is. Perhaps the loads are not for me at all. God knows for whom they are!'
"He went out, and we after him. Although I had not seen the loads of goods, I knew the whole story in a moment.
"Before we had reached the gate a man met us and said:
"'My master sends you greeting and begs you to take these nine wagon-loads of goods and sign for them.'
"'Who is your master?' we asked, all together.
"'Hemorrhoid Jack. Don't you know him? He was at your house last evening.'
"I was ready to burst with anger.
"'You fellow,' I said, 'who told your master to send these goods here? Have we ordered anything? Turn at once and get out of the room.'
"'Is that so!' said the man. 'After a thing is settled you can't take back your word. Where shall I put the goods now?'