Edgar was dumb, and now the man in the moon met him with a grin.
"You know it will be only an idle pastime with you, and because she is the only girl here. It might mean a lot to her, and—it's a hard world for girls."
Kathleen had not intended to end her appeal in that way, but the declaration broke from her.
"She doesn't care a picayune for me," returned Edgar. "Don't you worry." He hoped his sister would contradict him; but she did not.
"You might be able to make her," she said. "Be too manly to try, Edgar. Do, do be unselfish and honest."
The earnest deliberation of her tone caused her listener to reflect for a moment; and the man in the moon, by this time crimson in the face, met his frowning regard mirthfully.