was:

"What can I do for you, my good people?"

"I don't know just what," says Old Man Wright, "but I want to open a
account."

"Third desk to the right," says he.

So we went down three desks and braced another man to see if we please
could put some money in his bank. This one had whiskers parted in the
middle on his chin. I shore hated him.

"What can I do for you, my good man?" says he.

"I was thinking of opening a account," says Old Man Wright.

"What business?" says he.

"Poker and cows," says Old Man Wright.

The fellow with whiskers turned away.

"I'm very busy," says he.

"So am I," says Old Man Wright. "But what about the account?"

"You'd better see Mr. Watts, three windows down," says the man with the
whiskers. So we went on a little farther down.

"How much of a deposit did you want to make, my good friend?" ast this
new man, who had little whiskers in front of his ears. I didn't like him
none at all.

Old Man Wright he puts his hand in his pocket and pulls out a lot of
fine cut, and some keys and a knife and some paper money, and says he:

"I don't know--it might run as high as three hundred dollars."

The man with the little whiskers he pushes back his roll.

"We couldn't think of opening so small a account," says he. "I recommend
you to our Savings Department, two floors below."

Old Man Wright he turns to me and says he:

"Haven't they got the fine system? They always have a place for your
money, even if it's a little bit."

"Hold on a minute," says he after a while and pulls a card out of his
pocket. "Take this in to your president and tell him I want to see him."

That made the man with the little whiskers get right pale. His mouth got
round like that of a sucker fish.

"What do you mean?" says he.

"Nothing much," says Old Man Wright. "I may have overlooked a few
things. I was wrong about that three hundred dollars."

He flattens out on the table a mussed-up piece of paper he found in his
side pocket.

"It wasn't three hundred dollars at all, but three hundred thousand
dollars," says he. "I forgot. Go ask your president if he'll please let
me open a account, especial since I bought four thousand shares in this
bank the other day when I was absent-minded--my banker out in Cheyenne
told me to do it. You can see why I come in, then--I wanted to see how
the hands in this business was carrying it on, me being a stockholder.
Now run along, son," says he, "and bring the pres