"About fifty dollars, sir. I would like to buy a dress for my mother and sister and a new suit for myself."
"Well thought of. Will you call Mr. Nichols?"
The clerk made his appearance.
"My young friend wishes to make a deposit with our house. Let him indorse the check. Then credit him with the entire amount, and he will draw what sum he wishes."
"You are in luck, Mark," said the clerk when Mark accompanied him into the main office. "You are in luck, and I am heartily glad of it."
"Thank you, Mr. Nichols. I feel rich."
"It is a good beginning at any rate. I am ten years older than you probably, but I haven't as much money as you. But I don't envy you, and I won't even ask for a loan."
When Mark left the office and reappeared on Broadway his face was flushed with pleasure, and he walked with the elastic step of one whose spirits are light.
Just as he stepped into the street, he met his cousin Edgar.
"Hello!" said Edgar in a condescending tone. "So it's you, is it?"