quick go somewheres else. I ain't a
_Schnorrer_ exactly, Mr. Sternsilver. I got in savings bank already a
couple hundred dollars which I could easy start a shop of my own; so I
ain't asking no favours from nobody."

"You shouldn't worry yourself, Fatkin," Sternsilver said. "Nobody is
going to do you no favours around here. On the contrary, Fatkin, the
way you are ruining garments around here, sooner as do you favours we
would sue you in the courts yet, and you could kiss yourself good-bye
with your two hundred dollars in savings bank. Furthermore, for an
operator you are altogether too independent, Fatkin."

"Maybe I am and maybe I ain't," Fatkin retorted with simple dignity.
"My father was anyhow from decent, respectable people in Grodno,
Sternsilver; and even if I wouldn't got a sister which she is married
to Sam Kupferberg's cousin, y'understand, Sam would quick fix me up by
the Madison Street court. You shouldn't throw me no bluffs,
Sternsilver. Go ahead and sue."

He waited for his foreman to utter a suitable rejoinder, but none came,
for in Fatkin's disclosure of a two-hundred dollar deposit in the
savings bank and his sister's relationship to Sam Kupferberg, the
well-known legal practitioner of Madison Street, Philip Sternsilver
conceived a brilliant idea.

"I ain't saying we would sue you exactly, understand me," he replied.
"All I am saying, Hillel, is you should try and be a little more
careful with your work, y'understand."

Here Sternsilver looked over from Hillel's bovine features to the dull
countenance of Miss Bessie Saphir.

"A feller which he has got money in the bank and comes from decent,
respectable people like you, Hillel," he concluded, "if they work hard
there is nothing which they couldn't do, y'understand. All they got to
look out for is they shouldn't Jonah themselves with their bosses,
y'understand."

"Bosses!" Hillel repeated. "What d'ye mean, bosses? Might you got an
idee you are my boss maybe, Sternsilver?"

"Me, I ain't saying nothing about it at all," Sternsilver declared. "I
am only saying something which it is for your own good; and if you
don't believe me, Hillel, come out with me lunch time and have a cup
coffee. I got a few words, something important, to tell you."

For the remainder of the forenoon Sternsilver busied himself about the
instruction of Miss Bessie Saphir. Indeed, so assiduously did he apply
himself to his task that at half-past eleven Mr. Seiden was moved t