“Good morning,” I said, standing up, and walked through a big door Into a safe. “Come out,” said the manager coldly and showed me the other way. I went up to the clerk and pushed the money to him. My face was terribly pale. “Here,” I said, “put it on my account. ” The sound of my voice seemed to mean, “Let’s do this painful thing while we feel that we want to do it. When the operation had been performed, I remembered that I hadn’t left any money for present use. My idea was to draw out six dollars. Someone gave me a checkbook and someone else began telling me how to write It out. The people In the bank seemed to think that I was a man who owned millions of dollars, but was not feeling very well. I wrote something on the cheese and pushed it towards the clerk. He looked at it. “What, are you drawing it all out again? He asked in surprise. Then I realized that I had written fifty-six dollars instead of six.
I was too upset to think clearly now. I had a feeling that it was impossible to explain the thing. All the clerks stopped writing to look at me. One of them prepared to pay the money. “How will you have It? ” he said. “What? ” “How will you have it? ” “Oh,” I caught his meaning and answered without even trying to think,-? “in fifty- dollar notes. ” He gave me a fifty-dollar note. “And the six?