The strangeness of regular hours and regular employment wore away with surprising rapidity.
There were, of course, mornings when sea and sky and the freshness of outdoors tempted me and I wondered whether or not I had been foolish to give up my fine and easy life.

But these periods of temptation were shorter and less frequent as I became more and more familiar with my duties and with the routine of the bank.

I found myself taking a greater interest in the institution and, to my astonishment, I was actually sorry when Saturday came.

It seemed odd enough to once more have money in my pocket which I had earned.

It was not a great amount, of course, but I felt it to be mine.