van, after strugglings with the opening and shutting of doors, and
battlings with outside weather.

When this was all over, Munsberg came back into the store, knocking
his hands together and out of breath.

"Dot's all right," he said. " It'll all be there plenty time.
Vouldn't have fell down on that order for tventy-vive dollars. Dot
temple on the cake was splendid. Joseph he done it fine."

"He never done nothin' no finer," Mrs. Munsberg said. "It looked as
good as anything on Fift' Avenoo."

Both were relieved and pleased with themselves, their store, and
their cake-decorator. Munsberg spoke to Tembarom in the manner of a
man who, having done a good thing, does not mind talking about it.

"Dot was a big order," he remarked.

"I should smile," answered Tembarom. "I'd like to know whose going to
get outside all that good stuff. That wedding-cake took the tart away
from anything I've ever seen. Which of the four hundred's going to
eat it?"

"De man vot ordered dot cake," Munsberg swaggered, "he's not got to
vorry along on vun million nor two. He owns de biggest brewery in New
York, I guess in America. He's Schwartz of Schwartz & Kapfer."

"Well, he 's got it to burn!" said Tembarom.