"He's just trying to smooth things over, A. P.," said the teller.
"Do you think so?"
"Sure."
The junior sighed, like one who tells an ostensibly funny story without effect. The teller threw away his cigarette half-smoked.
"I don't feel much like work this morning, A. P.," he said. "I'd rather go out into the woods and tap a tree for sap."
"It's a little late for that, I'm afraid."
"Do you know anything about sugar-making, Henty?"
"You bet; I made sap-troughs all one winter and emptied two hundred of them every day in the spring. You'll have to come down home with me sometime."
"Thanks," replied the teller, "I'd like to. Will you return the visit?"
"Just try me."