and for that
orphan asylum another hundred, understand me--till we don't get no
profit left at all."

"That's all right, Louis," Barney said. "It don't do no harm that a
feller should give to charity oncet in a while, even if it would be to
please a customer."

"I wouldn't argue with you, Barney," Louis agreed, "but another thing,
Barney: the feller is crazy about baseball, understand me, which every
time he is coming down here in August to buy his fall and winter line,
Adelstern must got to waste a couple weeks going on baseball games
_mit_ him."

"Well, anyhow, Louis, Adelstern don't seem so anxious to get rid of
him," Zapp said. "Only yesterday I seen him lunching with Eschenbach
over in Hammersmith's, y'understand; and the way Adelstern is spreading
himself _mit_ broiled squabs and 'sparagus and hafterward a pint of
tchampanyer to finish, understand me, it don't look like he is losing
out on Eschenbach."

"That's all right, Barney," Birsky declared as he rose to his feet;
"some people wastes money and some people wastes time, and if you ain't
got no objections, Barney, I would take a look into the cutting room
and see how Golnik is getting on with them 1855's. We must positively
got to ship them goods to Feigenbaum before the end of next week;
because you know as well as I do, Barney, with a crank like Feigenbaum
we couldn't take no chances. He is coming in here this morning yet, and
the first thing he wants to know is how about them 1855's."

As he started for the door, however, he was interrupted by Jacob
Golnik, who comported himself in a manner so apologetic as to be
well-nigh cringing.

"Mr. Birsky," he said, "could I speak a few words something to you?"

"What's the matter, Golnik?" exclaimed Birsky. "Did you spoil them
1855's on us?"

Ordinarily the condescension that marks the relations between a
designer and his employer is exerted wholly by the designer; and the
alarm with which Birsky viewed his designer's servility was immediately
communicated to Zapp.

"I told you that silk was too good for them garments, Birsky," Zapp
cried.

"What d'ye mean, you told me the silk was too good?" Birsky shouted. "I
says right along giving silk like that in a garment which sells for
eight dollars is a crime, Zapp; and----"

"_Aber_ I ain't touched the silk yet," Golnik interrupted; "so what is
the use you are disturbing yourself, Mr. Birsky? I am coming to see you
about something else again, entirely diffe