"Sure, I know," Morris said. "I tore it myself, Miss Smith; but if you really and truly like it, Miss Smith, which I tell you the truth I don't, and my partner neither, you are welcome to it, and I would give you a little piece from the same goods which you could fix up the rip with." "I couldn't think of it," Miss Smith replied. "Not at all, Miss Smith. You would do me a favour if you would take it along with you right now." Miss Smith fairly beamed as she opened her handbag. "How much is it?" she asked. "How much is it?" Morris repeated. "Why, Miss Smith, you could take that dress only on one condition. The condition is that you wouldn't pay me nothing for it, and that next fall, when we really got something in stock, you would come in and pick out as many of our highest-price garments as you would want." Morris's hand shook so with this unusual access of generosity that he could hardly wrap up the garment. "Also, Miss Smith, I expect you will come up and have dinner with us as soon as you get back from wherever you are going. Already the baby commences to recognize people which he meets, and we want him he should never forget you, Miss Smith." The cordiality with which Morris ushered Miss Smith into the elevator was in striking contrast to the brusk manner in which he greeted Abe half an hour later. "_Nu!_" he growled. "Where was you now?" "By the steamship office," Abe replied. "I am going next Saturday." "Going next Saturday?" Morris repeated. "Where to?" "To Paris," Abe replied, "on the same ship with Moe Griesman, Leon Sammet and Hymie Salzman." Morris nodded slowly as the news sank in. "Well, all I could say is, Abe," he commented at length, "that I don't wish you and the other passengers no harm, y'understand; but, with them three suckers on board the ship, I hope it sinks." * * * * * The five days preceding Abe's departure were made exceedingly busy for him by Morris, who soon became reconciled to his partner's fashion-hunting trip, particularly when he learned that Moe Griesman formed part of the quarry. "You got to remember one thing, Abe," he declared. "Extremes is nix. Let the other feller buy the freaks; what we are after is something in moderation." "You shouldn't worry about that, Mawruss," Abe replied. "I wouldn't bring you home no such model like you showed it me this week." "You would be lucky if you wouldn't bring home worser yet," Morris retorted. "But anyhow that ain't the point. I got here the names of a couple commission men which it is their business to look out for greenhorns." "What d'ye mean, greenhorn?" Abe cried indignantly. "I ain't no greenhorn." "That's all right," Morris went on; "in France only the Frenchers ain't greenhorns. You ain't told me what kind of a stateroom you got it."