to call a young feller out of his name
just because my memory is bad, Abe. The name I'll remember good enough
when it comes right down _to_ it. Only, why should I go out
oitermobiling riding with this Miss Atkinson, Abe? I'm the inside
partner, ain't it? And you're the outside man. Do you know what I think,
Abe? I think you're scared to ride in an oitermobile."

"Me scared!" Abe cried. "Why should I be scared, Mawruss? A little thing
like a broken leg or a broken arm, Mawruss, don't scare me. I ain't
going because it ain't my business to go. It's your idee, this
lady-buyer business, and if you don't want to go we'll charge
the fifteen dollars what I paid out to profit and loss and call
the whole thing off."

He rose to his feet, thrust out his waist-line and made a dignified
exit by way of closing the discussion. A moment later, however, he
returned with less dignity than haste.

"Mawruss," he hissed, "that young feller--that--that--now, Ike--is
telephoning."

"Well," Morris replied, "one telephone message ain't going to put us
into bankruptcy, Abe."

"Bankruptcy, nothing!" Abe exclaimed. "He's telephoning to his Uncle
Max Tuchman."

Morris jumped to his feet, and on the tips of their toes they darted to
the rear of the store.

"All right, Uncle Max," they heard Ralph Tuchman say. "I'll see you
to-night. Good-by."

Abe and Morris exchanged significant glances, while Ralph slunk guiltily
away to Miss Cohen's desk.

"Let's fire him on the spot," Abe said.

Morris shook his head. "What good will _that_ do, Abe?" Morris replied.
"We ain't certain that he told Max Tuchman nothing, Abe. For all you and
me know, Max may of rung _him_ up about something quite different
already."

"I believe it, Mawruss," Abe said ironically. "But, anyhow, I'm going
to ring up that oitermobile concern on Forty-sixth Street and tell 'em
to send it around here at twelve o'clock. Then you can go up there to
the hotel, and if that Miss Atkinson ain't had her lunch yet buy it for
her, Mawruss, for so sure as you stand there I bet yer that young
feller, Ike, has rung up this here Max Tuchman and told him all about us
going up there to take her out in an oitermobile. I bet yer Max will get
the biggest oitermobile he can find up there right away, and he's going
to steal her away from us, sure, if we don't hustle."

"Dreams you got it, Abe," Morris said. "How should this here young
feller, Ralph Tuchman, know that Miss Aaronson was a cu