"Dad," said the financier's son, running into his father's office, "lend me six hundred."
"What for, my boy?"
"I've got a sure tip on the market."
"How much shall we make out of it?" asked the old man cautiously.
"A couple of hundred sure," replied the boy eagerly. "That's a hundred each."
"Here's your hundred," said his father. "Let's consider that we have made this deal and that it has succeeded. You make a hundred dollars and I save five hundred."
Higher Authority
"Mr. Brown is outside," said the new office-boy. "Shall I show him in?".