His eyes glistened, and I think he had a hope by this time. I glanced at the bill again.
“You haven’t added the interest,” I continued.
“Never mind the interest.”
“But I am very willing to pay it.”
“Well, you add it. You can figure as fast again as I can.
“Sixty-three, eighty-six,” I replied. “Receipt the bill, Mr. Shaytop.”
He went over to the cashier’s desk and performed this pleasing operation. I think the act gave him an additional hope of receiving his money.
“Perhaps you had just as lief take my due bill for six months for this amount, now that we have added the interest?” I suggested.
“No, I’ll be hanged if I had!” retorted he, very sharply. “Have you brought me up here, and wasted an hour of my time, to give me your note, which isn’t worth the paper you will write it on?”