"Abram."
"What more?"
"I don't know his other name; we just call him Abram, and sometimes Jew Abram."
"Did you ever get anything mended by him?"
"No; but I bought a ring from him once."
"And what did you do with it?"
"I have it on my finger," she replied.
"Will you let me see it?" he continued.
"Oh yes."
And as they came forward to another lamp-post, he was shown the ring. He examined it carefully, taking from his waistcoat another, and comparing the two—"Won't do."