That boy ain't going to fool away his time here, Sam, and don't you forget it." 

 The corners of his mouth tightened in a manner that boded ill for Philip, and his face had not resumed its normal amiability when Aaron Pinsky entered, with his nephew Philip in tow. 

 "Hallo, boys," he said. "This is the young man I was talking to you about. Fillup, shake hands with Mr. Zaretsky and Mr. Fatkin." 

 After this operation was concluded, Mr. Pinsky indulged in a fit of coughing that almost broke the carbon filaments in the electric-light bulbs. 

 "Fillup," he gasped, as he wiped his crimson face, "make for them a couple birds with a pen." 

 "That's all right," Max interrupted, "we take your word for it. Birds is nix here, Aaron. We ain't in the millinery business, we are in the cloak and suit business, and instead Fillup should be making birds yet, he shouldn't lose no time, but Sam will show him our stock. Right away we will learn him the line." 

 "Business ahead of pleasure, Aaron," Sam broke in hurriedly, with a significant frown at his partner. "The boy will got lots of time to make birds in the dull season. Just now we are rushed to death, Aaron. Come, Fillup, I'll show you where you should put your hat and coat." 

 Max forced an amiable smile as he handed Aaron Pinsky a cigar. 

 "I congradulate you, Aaron," he said. "You got a smart boy for a nephew, and I bet yer he would learn quick the business. For a start we will pay him three dollars a week." 

 Aaron stared indignantly and almost snatched the proffered cigar from Max's hand. 

 "Three dollars a week!" he exclaimed. "What do you take the boy for—a greenhorn? Positively you should pay the boy five dollars, otherwise he would put on his clothes and go right straight home." 

 "But, Aaron," Max protested, "I oser got three dollars a week when I started in as a new beginner. I was glad they should pay me two dollars a week so long as I learned it the business." 

 "I suppose you went to business college, too, Max. What? I bet yer when you first went to work you got to think hard before you could sign your name even." 

 Max shrugged his shoulders. 

 "Birds, I couldn't make it, 

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