"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 makes me feel bad, Max, I got to swear, y'understand. I couldn't help it. And, certainly, while I don't say that swearing is something which a gentleman should do, especially when there's a lady, y'understand, still, swearing a little sometimes is good for the gesund. Instead a feller should make another feller a couple blue eyes, Max, let him swear. It don't harm nobody, and certainly nobody could sue you in the courts
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