"I see; I see.

Do you propose engaging in a new venture ?" "Just as often as I can find one," stated Johnny briskly.
Mr.Close looked at him with stern disapproval.
"That does not sound like a very stable frame of mind," he chided.
"What do you propose to do first ?" "A twenty-story hotel." "That runs into millions!" gasped Close, and reached out to touch a button upon his desk; but Johnny Gamble stayed that hand.
"You're after my balance," he said.

"It's twelve dollars and thirty-seven cents." "Well, you see, Mr.Gamble, under the circumstances--" hesitated Mr.
Close.
"I know," interrupted the applicant; "you can only say I'm good for twelve-thirty-seven.

I don't ask you to back me.

If anybody 'phones you, just say I'm a good boy." Mr.Close almost smiled again.
"So far as the moral risk is concerned I shall have no hesitation in speaking most highly of you," he granted.
"And don't laugh when you say it," Johnny admonished, smiling cheerfully, for he knew that Close always did better than he promised.
"Tell them this, can't you ?--I've banked with you for five years.