Moe turned to Abe. "To-morrow morning at nine o'clock, Abe," he said, "I would be down in your store to look over your line." "Steward," Leon Sammet cried, "never mind that steak. I would take the bloater anyhow." Abe and Moe breakfasted lightly on egg and toast, and returned to their stateroom as they passed the Battery. "Say, lookyhere, Moe," Abe said; "I want to show you something which I bought for you as a surprise the night before we left Paris. I got it right in the top of my suitcase here, and it wouldn't take a minute to show it to you." Abe was unstrapping his suitcase as he spoke, and the next minute he shook out the gown he had purchased from the young lady of the Cafe de la Paix, and exposed it to Moe's admiring gaze. "How did you get hold of that, Abe?" Moe asked. Abe narrated his adventure at the Grand Hotel, while Moe gaped his astonishment. "I always thought you got a pretty good nerve, Abe," he declared, "but this sure is the limit. How much did you pay for it?" "Three hundred of them--now--francs," Abe replied; "but I've been figuring out the cost of manufacturing and material, and I could duplicate it in New York for forty dollars a garment." "You mean thirty-five dollars a garment, don't you?" Moe said. "No, I don't," Abe replied. "I mean forty dollars a garment. Why do you say thirty-five dollars?" "Because at forty dollars apiece, Abe, I could use for my Sarahcuse, Rochester, and Buffalo stores about fifty of these garments, and you ought to figure on at least five dollars' profit on a garment." "Well, maybe I am figuring it a little too generous, y'understand; so, if that goes, Moe, I will quote the selling price at, say, forty dollars a garment to you, Moe." "Sure, it goes," Moe said; "and I'll be at your store to-morrow morning at nine o'clock to decide on sizes and shades." Abe's passage through the customs examination was accomplished with ease, for nearly all his Paris purchases were packed in the hold to be cleared by a custom-house broker. His stateroom baggage contained no dutiable articles save the gown in question and a few trinkets for Rosie, who was at the pier to greet him. Indeed, she bestowed on him a series of kisses that reechoed down the long pier, and Abe's pallor gave way to the sunburnt hue of his amused fellow-passengers. In one of them Abe recognized with a start the tanned features of the young lady of the Cafe de la Paix. "Moe," he said, nudging Griesman, "there's your friend." Moe turned in the direction indicated by Abe, and his interested manner was not unnoticed by Mrs. Potash. "How is your dear wife and daughter, Mr. Griesman?" she asked significantly. "I suppose you missed 'em a whole lot." When Moe assured her that he did she sniffed so violently that it might have been taken for a snort. "Well, Abe," he said at length, "I'll be going on to the Prince Clarence, and I'll see you in the store to-morrow morning. Good-by, Mrs. Potash."