"That should make it pleasant for you, lady," Morris went on, and thereafter the conversation touched on relatives, whereupon Morris favored his companion with a few intimate details of his family life that caused her to laugh until she was completely out of breath. To be sure, Morris could see nothing remarkably humorous about it himself, and when one or two anecdotes intended to be pathetic were received with tears of mirth rather than sympathy he felt somewhat annoyed. Nevertheless, he hid his chagrin, and it was not long before the familiar sign of Wasserbauer's Cafe and Restaurant warned Morris that they had reached their destination. He assisted his companion to alight and ushered her into the show-room. "Just a minute, lady," he said, "and I'll bring Mr. Potash here." "But," the lady protested, "I thought Mr. Lapidus was the gentleman who had charge of it." "_That's_ all right," Morris said, "you just wait and I'll bring Mr. Potash here." He took the stairs to the cutting-room three at a jump. "Abe," he cried, "Miss Aaronson is downstairs." Abe's face, which wore a worried frown, grew darker still as he regarded his partner malevolently. "What's the matter with you, Mawruss?" he said. "Can't you remember a simple name like Atkinson?" "Atkinson!" Morris cried. "That's it--_Atkinson_. I've been trying to remember it that name for four hours already. But, anyhow, she's downstairs, Abe." Abe rose from his task and made at once for the stairs, with Morris following at his heels. In four strides he had reached the show-room, but no sooner had he crossed the threshold than he started back violently, thereby knocking the breath out of Morris, who was nearly precipitated to the floor. "Morris," he hissed, "who is that there lady?" "Why," Morris answered, "that's Miss Aaronson--I mean Atkinson--ain't it?" "Atkinson!" Abe yelled. "That ain't Miss Atkinson." "Then who _is_ she?" Morris asked. "Who _is_ she?" Abe repeated. "That's a fine question for you to ask _me_. You take a lady for a fifteen-dollar oitermobile ride, and spend it as much more for lunch in her, _and you don't even know her name_!" A cold perspiration broke out on Morris and he fairly staggered into the show-room. "Lady," he croaked, "do me a favor and tell me what is your name, please." The lady laughed. "Well, Mr. Perlmutter," she said, "I'm sure this is most extraordinary. Of course, there is such a thing as combining business and pleasure; but, as I told Mr. Tuchman when he insisted on taking me up to the Heatherbloom Inn, the Board of Trustees control the placing of the orders. I have only a perfunctory duty to perform when I examine the finished clothing." "Board of Trustees!" Morris exclaimed.