"Very true," Feldman interrupted, "but it was you who engaged me to examine the title, Mr. Sammet, and my fees and disbursements in this matter amount to five hundred dollars." Leon Sammet sat down again. "Come on, Leon," Aaron cried. "What are you waiting for?" "Do you mean to told me, Mr. Feldman, I owe you five hundred dollars?" Leon asked. "Five hundred and eight dollars and forty-two cents to be exact," said Feldman, crunching a slip of paper. "Then all I got to say is," Leon declared, "I got here a certified check for eight thousand dollars which Aaron Kronberg gives me, and I would sure hold it until he secures me against your bill." "Say, lookyhere, boys," Alex Kronberg said at length, "I've been listening to all this here Megillah and I ain't said a word nor nothing. But I'll tell you what I'll do. It's a cinch that Uncle Mosha won't go to live with Aaron now, so I'll take him to live with me." "I am agreeable," said Uncle Mosha. "Furthermore," Alex continued, "Uncle Mosha and Max will keep the house. I will also pay Mr. Feldman his five hundred dollars and take it out of the seven hundred and fifty which Aaron paid Uncle Mosha. The balance of two hundred and fifty Aaron shall have back again." "I am content," Uncle Mosha replied. "I don't want none of Aaron's money; and you could take it from me, Alex, Aaron would never see none of my money." "And now, gentlemen, let us fix up this copartnership agreement," Max Gershon said as Aaron Kronberg slunk out of the office, followed by Leon Sammet. "Mr. Potash and Mr. Perlmutter have wasted pretty near the whole afternoon here." "That's all right," Abe said. "I don't consider we wasted any time. Many a night I threw away four dollars taking a customer on the theayter yet, when the show wasn't near so good as what we seen it this afternoon; and the customer ain't bought no goods off me anyhow." "Don't you worry yourself about that, Abe!" Max cried. "You got a couple of customers at this show which they would buy goods from you so long as we are in business, and don't you forget it. Ain't I right, Alex?" Alex nodded. "Come on, Uncle Mosha," he said. "Come inside with us and see this through." "I'll wait out here," Uncle Mosha replied. "I got enough excitement for one afternoon." He waited until Mr. Jones, of the title company, had packed up his papers, and then after Henry D. Feldman had followed the others into the adjoining room and had closed the door behind him, Uncle Mosha touched the button on Feldman's desk. "Go out and buy for me an evening paper," he said to the boy who responded. "Say," the boy replied, "there was a doctor waiting to see you for more than half an hour." "Tell him to wait a little longer yet," Mosha rejoined. "I may got to have him after I am seeing the paper." "He ain't here now," the boy said. "He went away and says you should send him a check for five dollars."