"My what?"
"Your bordereau."
"No, no; I haven't that. I ate it instead of pickled onions for my dinner yesterday," replied Scott, gravely.
"Indeed!"
"Yes; and if you have one you had better eat it, for they are first rate."
"Here is mine," added Lincoln, taking from his pocket the memorandum, which the banker had given him, of the rate of exchange and amount of money paid him. "You see the date is back in May, for I drew on the 10th of June."
"Just so; and that is a bordereau—is it?"
"Yes."
"Well, it looks like one."
"Would you like to eat it instead of pickled onions?"