“Why, yes, I suppose you can, if you like. Begin with 100.”
“Oh, I don’t know. I guess I’ll begin with 4887. I can make lovely 7’s. Don’t you think 4887 is a pretty number?”
“Very pretty, but—”
“Now you’re wasting time. There, I’ve written the number. What next?”
“The date, please. And the year.”
“Well, I’ve written the date, but it spilled all over the year space. It doesn’t matter, though, ’cause it’ll be this year for a long while yet, and this check will be vouched, or whatever you call it, before the year is out.”
“But you must write the year.”
“But how can I, when there isn’t room?”
“Tear that up, and begin a new check.”
“And waste all that money! Oh, I didn’t want an account, anyway! I told Daddy it would make me more extravagant! And you’re so cross to me. And here, I’ve spoiled a lot of my money the first thing!”