His lip curled; he turned away, tilting his chin with conscious dignity.
Mr.Johnson tapped the sill with the finger of authority.
"Young man, do you want I should throw this bank out of the window ?" he said severely.

"Because if you don't, you uncover some one a grown man can do business with.

You're suffering from delusions of grandeur, fair young sir.

I almost believe you have permitted yourself to indulge in some levity with me--me, P.Wallace Johnson! And if I note any more light-hearted conduct on your part I'll shake myself and make merry with you till you'll think the roof has done fell on you.

Now you dig up the Grand Panjandrum, with the little round button on top, or I'll come in unto you! Produce! Trot!" The cashier's dignity abated.