have it. No, it ain't no customer--it's Bobby."

The door was burst open, and a boy in a blue jumper,
his cap thrust so far back on his head that it was a
wonder it didn't fall off, cried out:

"Say! One of the sideboards is stuck on the iron
railing and we can't get it furrards or back. Them
two weiss-beers ye got down-stairs can't lift nothin'
but full mugs. Send somebody to help." And the door
went to with a bang.

Kling was about to call for assistance when Hans
--one of the maligned--shuffled in from the rear of
the store, carrying a wooden image very much in want
of repair.

"Oh, dots awful good you brought dot! Set it here on
dis chair--now you go avay and help vid dem sideboards.
See here vunce, mister. You see, dey vas makin' de
altar over new, and one of de mens come to me last week
and he says: 'Mister Kling, come vid me and buy vot
ve don't vant. De school is too small, and some of de
children got no place to sit down in. Ve got to sell
sometings, and maybe now ve don't vant dem images.'
And so I buy dem two and some olt vestments dat
my Masie make so good as new, vid patches. Now,
vot can I do vid dis--?"

Again the door was burst open, shutting off all possibility