Ralph Henry Barbour

“ I was pretty certain that she'd have more than the moon before she had gone very far, and perhaps the same idea occurred to Ned, for, when she had gone, he asked:
“I say, Marjorie, do you suppose there's anything up between Jocelyn and that fellow Tully?”
“Anything up?” I asked. “Why, what do you mean?”
“Well, they seem rather fond of each other's society, don't they?”
“Do they? Perhaps, but you don't suppose, do you, that Mr. Tully would ever do anything so—so flippant as to fall in love, Ned?”
“I guess it's just as likely to take with Tully as any of us,” answered Ned sadly. ”

“ I hope—whoever he is will be mighty sweet and good to you, Marjorie. If he isn't—you and I are going to stay friends, aren't we? And when you want anyone to do anything for you, Marjorie, you tell me! Good-night. See you in the morning.”
Poor Ned! I thought after he'd gone, Of course he would get all over it very quickly, but I knew it was hurting now, and I was very sorry for him. I sat on there alone and waited for Jocelyn to return, and looked up at the big round moon and was rather sad and lonesome. It was Larry who came back first. ”

“ He's a mighty nice, straight, plucky cuss, that's what he is! And I'll tell you another thing, old girl; if there's one thing that's going to help more than all else to get him through with flying colors to-morrow, it's his love for you. I guess that's what he meant to-night when he said he couldn't afford to take the count to-morrow; said he had too much to live for. He was thinking of you, I guess, sis, and— By Jove!”
“What, Larry?” ”