A fire you can insure it, Abe,
but a removal is a risk what you got to take yourself; and you're bound
to make it a loss."

"Not if you got a little system, Mawruss," Abe went on. "The trouble
with us is, Mawruss, we ain't got no system. In less than three weeks
already we got to move into the loft on Nineteenth Street, Mawruss, and
we ain't even made up our minds about the fixtures yet."

"The fixtures!" Morris cried. "For why should we make up our minds about
the fixtures, Abe?"

"We need to have fixtures, Mawruss, ain't it?"

"What's the matter with the fixtures what we got it here, Abe?" Morris
asked.

"Them ain't fixtures what we got it here, Mawruss," Abe replied. "Junk
is what we got it here, Mawruss, not fixtures. If we was to move them
bum-looking racks and tables up to Nineteenth Street, Mawruss, it would
be like an insult to our customers."

"Would it?" Morris replied. "Well, we ain't asking 'em to buy the
fixtures, Abe; we only sell 'em the garments. Anyhow, if our customers
was so touchy, Abe, they would of been insulted long since ago. For we
got them fixtures six years already, and before we had 'em yet, Abe,
Pincus Vesell bought 'em, way before the Spanish War, from Kupferman &
Daiches, and then Kupferman & Daiches----"

"S'enough, Mawruss," Abe protested. "I ain't asked you you should tell
me the family history of them fixtures, Mawruss. I know it as well as
you do, Mawruss, them fixtures is old-established back numbers, and I
wouldn't have 'em in the store even if we was going to stay here yet."

"You wouldn't have 'em in the store," Morris broke in; "but how about
me? Ain't I nobody here, Abe? I think I got something to say, too,
Abe. So I made up my mind we're going to keep them fixtures and move
'em up to the new store. We done it always a good business with them
fixtures, Abe."

"Yes, Mawruss, and we also lose it a good customer by 'em, too," Abe
rejoined. "You know as well as I do that after one-eye Feigenbaum, of
the H. F. Cloak Company, run into that big rack over by the door and
busted his nose we couldn't sell him no more goods."

"Was it the rack's fault that Henry Feigenbaum only got one eye, Abe?"
Morris cried. "Anyhow, Abe, when a feller got a nose like Henry
Feigenbaum, Abe, he's liable to knock it against most any thing, Abe; so
you couldn't blame it on the fixtures."

"I don't know who was to blame, Mawruss," Abe said, "but I do know that
he buys it always a big bill of go