Kenny, with his teeth set and one hand clenched in his hair, was figuring with the speed of an expert without, Garry felt sure, an expert's results.
Brian, Kenny said aggrievedly, had always kept his check book straight.
"Look!" he flung out, indicating a problematical balance.

"Look at that! And the fool says I'm overdrawn." "What particular fool ?" "Some clod of a mathematician," explained Kenny with contempt, "whom the bank employs to insult its patrons.

Look here, Garry! Look at that balance.

Over a thousand dollars.

Do you wonder I told him he had a sense of humor when he said I was overdrawn?
The young popinjay! Arguing with me about my own balance!" "How did it end ?" "I told him," said Kenny formally, "that the bank would most likely demand his resignation in a few days.