"Say, lookyhere, Gurin," Morris exclaimed. "What is the trouble with you anyhow? First you are telling me you don't care about money, next you are kicking that the good-looking ones couldn't cook, y'understand, and then you say you ain't so particular about cooking anyway. What for a kind of girl do you want, Gurin?" Gurin continued to examine his finger-nails and made no reply. "Because, Gurin," Morris concluded, "if you are looking for a homely girl which she ain't got no money and couldn't cook, understand me, I wouldn't fool away my time with you at all. Such girls you don't need me to find for you." B. Gurin sighed profoundly. "You shouldn't get mad, Mr. Perlmutter," he said, "if I tell you something?" "Why should I get mad, Gurin?" Morris asked. "I am coming all the way up here, which I am leaving wife and boy at home to do so--and maybe you don't think she put up a holler, Gurin! So if you wouldn't even consent to do me the favour and look at Mrs. Gladstein, Gurin, and I don't get mad, understand me, why should I get mad if you would tell me something?" "Well," Gurin commenced, "it ain't much to tell, Mr. Perlmutter. I guess you hear already why I am coming to this country." Morris elevated his eyebrows. "I suppose you are coming here like anybody else comes here," he said. "Sooner as stay in the old country and be a _Schnorrer_ all your life, you come over here, ain't it?" "No, siree, sir," Gurin replied emphatically. "If I would stay in the old country, Perlmutter, I don't got to be a _Schnorrer_. Do you know Louis Moses, the banker in Minsk?" Morris nodded. "That's from _mir_ an uncle, _verstehst du_?" Gurin said; "and Zachs, the big corn merchant, that's also an uncle. My father ain't a _Schnorrer_ neither, Mr. Perlmutter; in fact, instead I am sending home money to Russland like most fellers which they come to this country, Mr. Perlmutter, my people sends me money yet." He jumped from his chair and went to the safe, from which he extracted two crisp Russian banknotes. "A hundred rubles apiece," he said, and his face beamed with pride. "So, you see, I don't got to leave Russland because I would be a _Schnorrer_ over there." "No?" Morris replied. "Then why did you leave, Gurin? So far what I could see you ain't made it such a big success over here." "You couldn't make me mad by saying that, Mr. Perlmutter," Gurin commented. "A big success _oder_ a big failure, it makes no difference to me." "It makes a whole lot of difference to me," Morris cried. "Yes, Mr. Perlmutter," B. Gurin went on, disregarding the interruption. "I ain't coming over here to make a big success in business. I am coming over here to forget." "To forget!" Morris exclaimed. "What d'ye mean, forget?" B. Gurin ran his hands once more through his pompadour and nodded slowly. "That's what I said," he repeated--"to forget."