"Well, twenty-two fifty," Morris amended. "Comes to about the same with cash discount. Flachsman tells me he seen the kind of loft we got and knows it also the measurements; so I think to myself what's the use waiting. Abe wants it we should buy the fixtures, and we ain't got no time to lose. So I signed the contract." Abe sat down heavily in the nearest chair and pushed his hat back from his forehead. "Yes, Mawruss," he said bitterly, "that's the way it goes when a feller's got a partner what is changeable like Paris fashions. You are all plain one minute, and the next you are all soutache and buttons. This morning you wouldn't buy no fixtures, not if you could get 'em for nix, and a couple hours later you throw it away two thousand dollars in the streets." Morris glared indignantly at his partner. "You are the changeable one, Abe," he cried, "not me. This morning old fixtures to you is junk. Ain't it? You got to have new fixtures and that's all there is to it. But now, Abe, new fixtures is poison to you, and you got to have second-hand fixtures. What's the matter with you, anyway, Abe?" "I told it you a dozen times already, Mawruss," Abe replied, "them ain't no exactly second-hand fixtures what Rifkin got it. Them fixtures is like new--fine mahogany partitions and plated glass." "That's what we bought it, Abe," Morris said, "fine mahogany partitions with plated glass. If you wouldn't jump so much over me, I would of told you about it." Abe shrugged despairingly. "Go ahead," he said. "I ain't jumping over you." "Well, in the first place, Abe," Morris went on, "there's a couple of swinging doors inside the hall door." "Just like Rifkin's," Abe interrupted. "Better as Rifkin's," Morris exclaimed. "Them doors is covered with goods, Abe, and holes in each door with glass into it." "Sure, I know," Abe replied. "Rifkin's doors got green cashmere onto 'em like a pool table." "Only new, not second-hand," Morris added. "Then, when you get through them doors, on the left side is the office with mahogany partitions and plated glass, with a hole into it like a bank already." "Sure! The same what I seen it up at Rifkin's, Mawruss," Abe broke in again. Morris drew himself up and scowled at Abe. "How many times should I tell it you, Abe," he cried, "them fixtures what Flachsman sells it us is new, and not like Rifkin's." "Go ahead, Mawruss," Abe replied. "Let's hear it." "Over the hole is a sign, Cashier," Morris continued. Abe was about to nod again, but at a warning glance from Morris he thought better of it.