Saturday
noon
Serve her right , too ! Noon came and he was about to leave the office . He was still the changed man of quip and jest . Desperately he jested with old Metzeger , who was regretfully , it seemed , relinquishing his adored ledgers from Saturday noon until Monday morning . `` Say , I want to borrow nineteen thousand eleven hundred and eighty-nine dollars and thirty-seven cents until the sixteenth at seven minutes to eleven . '' Old Metzeger repeated the numbers accurately . He looked wistful , but he knew it was a jest .