Morris grabbed the missive from his partner and spread it out on the table. "Hello!" he exclaimed, a great smile of relief spreading itself about his ears. "It's a wedding invitation!" He held it up to the light. "'Mr. and Mrs. Marcus Bramson,'" he read, "'request the pleasure of Potash & Perlmutter's company at the marriage of their daughter Tillie to Mr. Hyman Maimin, Sunday, March 19, at seven o'clock, P.M., Wiedermayer's Hall, 2099 South Oswego Street. R.S.V.P. to residence of bride, care of Advance Credit Clothing Company, 2097 South Oswego Street.'" "What is that 'R.S.V.P. to residence of bride'?" Abe Potash asked. Morris reflected for a moment. "That means," he said at length, "that we should know where to send the present to." "How do you make that out?" said Abe. "'R.S.V.P.'," Morris replied, emphasizing each letter with a motion of his hand, "means 'Remember to send vedding present.'" "But," Abe rejoined, "when I went to night school, we spelt 'wedding' with a W." "A greenhorn like Maimin," said Morris, "don't know no better." "He knows enough to ask for a wedding present, Mawruss," Abe commented, "even if he don't know how to spell it. We'll send him a wedding present, Mawruss! We'll send him a summons from the court, that's what we'll send him!" Morris shook his head. "That ain't no way to talk, Abe," he said. "If a customer gets married, we _got_ to send him a wedding present. It don't cost much, and if Hyman Maimin gets a couple of thousand dollars with this Miss--Miss----" "Advance Credit Clothing Company," Abe helped out. Morris nodded. "Then he buys more goods, ain't it?" he concluded. "Let him pay for what he's got," Abe rejoined. "It just slipped his mind. He'll pay up fast enough, after he gets married." "All right! Wait till he pays up, and then we'll give him a present." "Now lookyhere, Abe," Morris protested, "you can't be small in a matter of this kind. I'll draw a check for twenty-five dollars, and----" "Twenty-five dollars!" Abe screamed. "You're crazy! When you was married last year, I'd like to know who gives you a present for twenty-five dollars?" "Why you did, Abe," Morris replied. "Me?" Abe cried. "Say, Mawruss, I want to tell you something. If you can buy a fine sterling silver bumbum dish, like what I give you, for twenty-five dollars, I'll take it off your hands for twenty-seven-fifty any day!" "But, Abe----" "Another thing, Mawruss," Abe went on. "If you don't like that dish, there ain't no law compelling you to keep it, you understand. Send it back. My Rosie can use it. Maybe we ain't so stylish like your Minnie, Mawruss; but if we don't have bumbums every day, we could put dill pickles into it!"