"That's an awful large sum of money, and I'm afraid I haven't got it to lend," says I.
"You've got it in the bank?" says he.
"Yes," says I.
"Now, look here," says he. "The Good Book teaches us that we are all brothers."
"Granted," says I.
"Well," says he, "if I am your brother, by moral right what's yours is mine, and what's mine is yours. If I had the money I'd give it to you so quick it would take your breath away. Now, what you ought to do is to draw that money from the bank."
I rushed down to the bank, and says to the teller:
"Is the cashier in?"
"No," says he, "he's out. Are you a depositor?"