"I'll telephone my Minnie right away," Morris said, and as he turned to do so M. Garfunkel entered. Abe and Morris rushed forward to greet him. Each seized a hand and, patting him on the back, escorted him to the show-room. "First thing," M. Garfunkel said, "here is a check for the current bill." "No hurry," Abe and Morris exclaimed, with what the musical critics call splendid attack. "Now that that's out of the way," M. Garfunkel went on, "I want to give you another order. Only thing is, Mawruss, you know as well as I do that in the installment cloak and suit business a feller needs a lot of capital. Ain't it?" Morris nodded. "And if he buys goods only for cash or thirty or sixty days, Abe," M. Garfunkel continued, "he sometimes gets pretty cramped for money, because his own customers takes a long time to pay up. Ain't it?" Abe nodded, too. "Well, then," M. Garfunkel concluded, "I'll give you boys a fine order, but this time it's got to be ninety days." Abe puffed hard on his cigar, and Morris loosened his collar, which had become suddenly tight. "I always paid prompt my bills. Ain't it?" M. Garfunkel asked. "Sure, Mr. Garfunkel," Abe replied. "_That_ you did do it. But ninety days is three months, and ourselves we got to pay our bills in thirty days." "However," Morris broke in, "that is neither there nor here. A good customer is a good customer, Abe, and so _I'm_ agreeable." This put the proposition squarely up to Abe, and he found it a difficult matter to refuse credit to a customer whose check for two thousand dollars was even then reposing in Abe's waistcoat pocket. "All right," Abe said. "Go ahead and pick out your goods." For two solid hours M. Garfunkel went over Potash & Perlmutter's line and, selecting hundred lots of their choicest styles, bought a three-thousand-dollar order. "We ain't got but half of them styles in stock," said Morris, "but we can make 'em up right away." "Then, them goods what you got in stock, Mawruss," said Garfunkel, "I must have prompt by to-morrow, and the others in ten days." "That's all right," Morris replied, and when M. Garfunkel left the store Abe and Morris immediately set about the assorting of the ordered stock. "Look a-here, Mawruss," Abe said, "I thought you was going to see about that girl for my Rosie." "Why, so I was, Abe," Morris replied; "I'll attend to it right away." He went to the telephone and rang up his wife, and five minutes later returned to the front of the store. "Ain't that the funniest thing, Abe," he said. "My Minnie speaks to the girl, and the girl says she got a cousin what's just going to quit her job, Abe. She'll be the very girl for your Rosie." "I don't know, Mawruss," Abe replied. "My Rosie is a particular woman. She don't want no girl what's got fired for being dirty or something like that, Mawruss. We first want to get a report on her and find out what she gets fired for." "You're right, Abe," Morris said. "I'll find out from Lina to-night."