“Oh, no, Miss Young, you haven’t! There, there, don’t look so distressed! I’ll make it all right for you.”
“You’ll make it all right! How dare you, sir? Do you dream for a moment I’d take your money to replace my own losses?”
“Now, wait, you don’t understand. This check is worthless until it’s signed. Now, we’ll tear it out, so, and begin again. Make smaller letters and figures, can’t you?”
“Oh, how cute that check comes out! You just tear it by the little perforated dots, don’t you? Let me tear one out!”
“Write it first; you’ll probably spoil it, and have to tear it out.”
“How unkind you are! And I’m doing my very best. Don’t find fault with me,—please, don’t!”
“Well, don’t wrinkle up your nose like that,—it looks like a crumpled rose petal! And don’t write your name there! That’s the place for the amount!”
“Oh, what a fuss! What does it matter, so long as all the spaces are filled? My goodness, the check’s all done, isn’t it? And it’s quite entirely all right, isn’t it?”
“Yes, it’s irreproachable. How will you have the money?”
“If I take the money, do I have to give you this check?”