Carolyn Wells

The Eternal Feminine Carolyn Wells

"Oh, how do you do? Are you the Paying Teller? Well, -that is, -could I please see somebody else? You see, I've just opened an account, and I want to get some of my money out. There's the loveliest hat in Featherton's window, marked down to-but, that's just it! If I get my money from a Professional Teller, he'll tell all about my private affairs, and how much I pay for my hats, and everything!" "Not at all, Miss. We are called Tellers because we never tell anything about our depositors' affairs. We're not allowed to." "Oh, how lovely! Well, then, -if you won't tell-I've never drawn a check before, and I don't know how! Will you help me?" "Certainly; but I must ask you to make haste. Have you a check-book?" "How curt you are! I thought you'd like to help me. Men 'most always do. Yes, I have a check-book, -that other clerk gave it to me. But I don't like it, and I want to exchange it. See, -it has a horrid, plain black muslin cover! Don't you have any bound in gray suède, with gilt edges. I'm willing to pay extra.