"Yes, that is all."
"Supposin' you wanted to draw out money, what would you do, then?"
"Go to that other clerk, and tell him how much you wanted to draw. He would give you a paper to sign, and then he'd give you the money."
"How much money have you got here now, Henry?"
"Thirty-five dollars," answered his companion, with pardonable pride.
"That's about twice as much as I have got here."
"Yes; don't you think you had better take out a book?"
"I guess I will come next week," said Sam, hesitating.
"You have no idea how independent it makes me feel," said Henry. "Now, if I am sick I know I shan't have to suffer, for a time at least. I could live for seven or eight weeks on what I've got here in the bank."
"That's so. I wish I had thirty-five dollars."