A customer comes in from the country. He says: "I have brought a load of
wheat to town to-day--about fifty bushel I should guess. I'll be in
after noon and settle my account with you." Very good; you, the clerk,
hurry to your books, to make out his account. When he comes in, he
glances over it, and says: "Good gracious! you haven't given me credit
for four dollars and seventy-five cents I paid you last May. I
recollect it because I was in town to get a corn-planter when I paid it.
And I've got your receipt, too." Sure enough, there is the receipt,
which you have filled out yourself. And yet you failed to make an entry
of the fact in his account. Shame covers you.