You looked funny. Is it
something wrong with Solomon & Glau--"
"If you don't take the cake, Rosie! Now, why should I look funny?
'Funny,' she says I look, I'm hungry. I smell Etta's _borshtsh_."
She half raised herself, the pulling lips of the child drawing up the
little head from the cove of arm.
"Rosie, you mustn't lift up that way!"
"Roody, I can read you like a book! Solomon & Glauber have
countermanded, too."
"Now, Rosie, wouldn't that keep until--"
"They have!"
"Well, if you got to know it, Rosie, they're shipping back the
consignment."
"Roody!"
"What you going to do about it? Give you my word never seen the like.
It's like the rainy-day skirt had died overnight. All of a sudden from a
novelty, I find myself with such a commodity that every manufacturer in
the business is making them up for himself."
"You seen it first, though, Roody. Nobody can take it away from you that
you seen first how the rainy-day skirt and its shortness would be such a
success with the women."
"'Seen it first,' she says! Say, what good does it do me if I didn't see
far enough? I pick for myself such a success that I crowd myself out of
business."
"It's a dirty shame! A big firm like Solomon & Glauber should not be
allowed to--"
"Say, if it wouldn't be Solomon & Glauber, it would be Funk & Hausman or
any other firm.
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