With a muttered imprecation he went to his desk, jerked out a checkbook and wrote the desired check.
"Grace Harlowe's Senior Year at High School or The Parting of the Ways"
Jessie Graham Flower
I remember yet the awe with which the rest of us, hoarding our last nickels at the end of the long and billful year, took a peep at the balance in his checkbook and touched him humbly for advances, great and small.
"At Good Old Siwash"
George Fitch
Let's see if I have my checkbook here."
"Border, Breed Nor Birth"
Dallas McCord Reynolds