"Ike," he said, when Abe had completed the giving of a small order and had left them alone together, "a young feller like you ought to get married." Ike was non-committal. "Sure Mawruss," he replied. "Every young feller ought to get married." "I'm glad you look at it so sensible, Ike," Morris went on. "Getting married right, Ike, has been the making of many a young feller. Where d'ye suppose Goldner & Plotkin would be to-day if they hadn't got married right? They'd be selling goods for somebody else, Ike. But Goldner, he married Bella Frazinsky, with a couple of thousand dollars maybe; and Plotkin, he goes to work and gets Garfunkel's sister--she was pretty old, Ike; but if she ain't got a fine complexion, Ike, she got a couple of thousand dollars, too, ain't it? Well, Plotkin with his two thousand and Goldner with his two thousand, they start in together as new beginners. They gets the selling agency for the Hamsuckett people, and then they makes big money and buys them out. To-day Goldner & Plotkin is rich men, and all because they got married _right_!" Feinsilver listened with parted lips. "And now, Ike," Morris continued, "the good seed sown, we talked enough, ain't it? Come on to the office. I want to show you some little mistakes in the Hamsuckett statement." He conducted Ike to the glass-enclosed office, where Miss Cohen bent low over her ledger. The blush with which she had received Ike's greeting had not entirely disappeared; and, as she glanced up, her large black eyes looked like those of a frightened deer. Morris was forced to admit to himself that if her bookkeeping was doubtful, at least there could be no mistake about her charms. As for Ike, now that the business of securing orders was done with, he surrendered himself to gallantry, for which he had a natural aptitude. "Ah, Miss Cohen," he said, "ain't it a fine weather?" A pleased smile spread itself over Morris's face. "I think I hear the telephone in the sample room," he broke in hurriedly. "Excuse me for a moment." When he returned, Ike and Miss Cohen were chatting gaily. "What do you think of _that_?" Morris cried. "My Minnie just rang me up and says she got tickets for the theayter to-morrow night--two tickets. We can't use 'em, because we're going to a--a wedding. Would you two young folks like to go, maybe?" "Why, sure," Ike said. "Sure we would. Wouldn't we, Miss Cohen?" Miss Cohen assented bashfully. "Well, then," said Morris, "I'll get 'em for you--I mean I'll send 'em you by mail to-night, Ike." Ike was profuse in his thanks; and then and there arranged to call for Miss Cohen at half-past seven, sharp, the following evening. Morris beamed his approval and shook hands heartily with Ike as the latter turned to leave. "How about that mistake in the statement?" Ike asked.