and Miss Levy turned to Milton.

"Well, if you ain't the limit!" she said, and walked slowly into her
office.

For a quarter of an hour Milton moped about with the feather duster in
his hand until Rothman came back.

"What's the matter, Milton?" he said, "Couldn't you find nothing better
to do as dust them garments all day? Why, if them garments would of
been standing on the sidewalk already, they would be clean by now.
Couldn't you help Miss Levy a little?"

"He did help me," Miss Levy cried from the doorway. "And, oh, Mr.
Rothman, what do you think? Milton sold a big bill of goods to Henry
Feigenbaum."

* * * * *

Ferdinand Rothman divided his time between a downtown law school and
the office of Henry D. Feldman, in which he was serving his clerkship
preparatory to his admission to the bar. He was a close student not
only of the law but of the manner and methods of his employer, and he
reflected so successfully Mr. Feldman's pompous address that casual
acquaintances repressed with difficulty an impulse to kick him on the
spot. His hair was curly and brushed back in the prevailing mode, and
he wore eyeglasses mounted in tortoise-shell with a pendent black
ribbon, albeit his eyesight was excellent.

"Good evening, Miss Levy," he said patronizingly, when he entered her
office late in the afternoon of Milton's hiring. "How d'ye feel after
the dance last night?"

"Pretty good," Miss Levy replied through a pen which she held between
her teeth. "Milton, tell Mr. Rothman not to go home till he talks to me
about Mr. Pasinsky's mail."

Milton hurried out of the office, while Ferdy Rothman stared after him.

"Who's he?" Ferdy asked.

"He come to work to-day," Miss Levy replied, "and he's going to be all
right, too."

Ferdy smiled contemptuously. He was accustomed, on his way uptown, to
stopping in at his father's place of business, ostensibly for the
purpose of accompanying his father home. Other and more cogent reasons
were the eyes, the blue-black hair, and the trim little figure of Miss
Clara Levy.

"And what's he supposed to be doing around here?" Ferdy continued.

"He's supposed to be learning the business," Miss Levy answered, "and
he ain't lost much time, either. He sold Henry Feigenbaum a bill of
goods. You know Henry Feigenbaum. He's only got one eye, and he thinks
everybody is trying to do him."

Here Milton Zwiebel returned.

"It's all right," he said; "M