r. Zaretsky," he said, "here's one of your style
twenty-twenty-two with a thirty-twenty-two ticket on to it."

Sam examined the garment and stared at his partner.

"The boy is right, Max," he said. "We got the wrong ticket on that
garment."

For one brief moment Aaron glanced affectionately at his nephew, and
then he voiced his pride and admiration in a paroxysm of coughing that
made Miss Meyerson come running from the office.

"What's the matter?" she asked. "Couldn't I do something?"

For almost five minutes Aaron rocked and wheezed in his chair. At
length, when he seemed to be at the point of suffocation, Miss Meyerson
slapped him on the back, and with a final gasp he recovered his breath.

"Thanks, much obliged," he said, as he wiped his streaming eyes.

"You're sure you don't want a doctor?" Miss Meyerson said.

"Me? A doctor?" he replied. "What for?"

He picked up his cigar from the floor and struck a match. "This is all
the doctor I need," he said.

Miss Meyerson returned to the office.

"Who's that?" Aaron inquired, nodding his head in the direction of Miss
Meyerson.

"That's our new bookkeeper which we got it," Max replied.

"So you hired it a lady bookkeeper," Aaron commented. "What did you
done that for, Max?"

"Well, why not?" Max retorted. "We got with her first class, A Number
One references, Aaron, and although she only come this morning, she is
working so smooth like she was with us six months already. For my part
it is all the same to me if we would have a lady bookkeeper, or a
bookkeeper."

"I know," Aaron continued, "but ladies in business is like salt in the
cawfee. Salt is all right and cawfee also, but you don't got to hate
salt exactly, y'understand, to kick when it gets in the cawfee. That's
the way with me, Max; I ain't no lady-hater, y'understand, but I don't
like 'em in business, except for saleswomen, models, and buyers,
y'understand."

"But that Miss Meyerson," Sam broke in, "she attends strictly to
business, Aaron."

"Sure, I know, Sam," Aaron replied. "Slaps me on the back yet when I am
coughing."

"Well, she meant it good, Aaron," Sam said.

"Sure, that's all right," Aaron agreed. "Sure, she meant it good. But
it's the _idee_ of the thing, y'understand. Women in business always
means good, Max, but they butt in too much."

"Other people butts in, too," Max added.

"I don't say they don't, Max. But you take it me, for instance. When
something happens which it ma