"All the respectable people in New York are not money mad." Then, seeing Jack's look of astonishment over the announcement, he laid his hand on the boy's shoulder and said with a twinkle of his eye and a little laugh: "Only one tailor--not nine--my boy, was required to make Mr.Cohen a man.

And now about yourself.

Why are you not at work?
Old fellows like me once in a while have a holiday--but young fellows! Come!--What is it brings you here during business hours?
Anything I can help you in ?--anything at home ?" and Peter's eyes bored holes in the boy's brain.
Jack glanced at Miss Felicia, who was arranging the roses Morris had brought her, and then said in a half whisper: "I have had a row with my uncle, sir.

Maybe I had better come some other day, when--" "No--out with it! Row with your uncle, eh?
Rows with one's uncles are too commonplace to get mysterious over, and, then, we have no secrets.
Ten chances to one I shall tell Felicia every word you say after you've gone, so she might as well hear it at first-hand.

Felicia, this young fellow is so thin-skinned he is afraid you will laugh at him." "Oh, he knows better.