"Oh," – Kathleen's face gained a ray of interest, – "you mean that cousin of ours."
"He's no cousin," retorted Edgar. "He's one of mother's fifty-seven varieties, a sort of step-neighbor-in-law of ours. When father and mother were out at the mine they met him. I think it was up to him to stay out there and make that mine pay. I think if he'd shown a little genius for hard work right there, it would have been more to the point."
"Yes, mother wrote me." Kathleen's tone was tinged with the interest in her eyes. "What is his name, now?"
"Sidney," responded Edgar with open disgust. "Oh, I'm authority on his name all right, – Philip Sidney; I've had it dinged into my ears faithfully."
"A name to live up to," remarked the girl. "It was interesting, Aunt Mary leaving him her money."
"It would have been more interesting if she'd had anything to leave."
Edgar had thrown himself back on the divan and was watching curtains and smoke draw out the window.
"Do you remember," continued his sister, "what nice cookies Aunt Mary used to give us when we were little? Mother felt sorry not to be here when she died."
"Oh, mother's ripping," declared Edgar, his cheerfulness restored by some inspiriting memory. "She's had a hand-to-hand, knock-down-and-drag-out with the old gargoyle that holds the fort over there at Aunt Mary's."
"What do you mean?" drawled Kathleen with faint disgust.
"Mother gave a graphic account of the fray at dinner one night. I wasn't giving the story my whole attention, but I gathered that she and the doughty Eliza each got hold of one end of Aunt Mary's camel's hair shawl and had a tug of war; and Eliza's cat won the day for her by jumping on mother and nearly clawing her furs off."
"Edgar," protested Kathleen, "your bump of respect is an intaglio!"
"Well, I think I've got it about right. There were diamonds mixed up in it too. I believe Eliza wears a diamond tiara at her work so as to keep it away from mother; while the parent of the worshipful Philip came in for a diamond necklace, and mother was left nothing but cold neglect."
"Absurd!" breathed Kathleen. "Aunt Mary was poor as a church mouse."
"Well, whatever happened, the fur was rising on the back of mother's neck, and I didn't know but there would be a silver lining to the cloud and she'd cut Philip Sidney; but," with a heavy sigh, "no such luck. The cowboy still gallops his Pegasus over my prostrate body every meal."
"What do you mean by a stable?" asked Kathleen.
"Why, Pegasus has to have one, I suppose."
"Is that all? Are you only being witty?"
"Not a bit of it. You know the literal truth is all I'm ever up to. The genius has a room over a stable, and an oil stove!"
"Why a stable?"
"Convenient for Pegasus, I suppose," responded Edgar carelessly. "Beside, doubtless he would feel out of place in any abode more civilized."
"Edgar Fabian, that's nonsense. I remember his mother, when she came East years ago, don't you?"
"They're as poor as Job's turkey," said Edgar with a careless shrug. "That's why he jumped at Aunt Mary's pittance like a trout at a fly."
"Oh, Edgar, what an object-lesson for you!" Kathleen clasped her hands.
"Oh, of course!" ejaculated Edgar, his even teeth very much clenched.
"You ought to go to see him!"
"So I've heard," with intense sarcasm. "Mother has bored the life out of me."
"It isn't civil not to," said Kathleen, relapsing into languor. "He's a sort of a relative."
"Yes. The sort to keep away from. If I went up there, it would be to take his mahl-stick and smash his face."
"Nice, hospitable plan," remarked Kathleen. "Possibly he wouldn't permit it."
"Oh, I've no doubt he'd think it was real mean and pick up a fan and slap me on the wrist. Oh, forget him! Say, Kath," as if with sudden remembrance, "do you know I came off without my purse to-day?"
The girl's eyes gained a curious expression. She was silent a moment, hands clasped around her knee. Under her gaze her brother picked up the guitar again and his nervous fingers swept the strings.
"I thought you said this was a business trip."
"It is. Go down and ask them at the bank if I didn't put a bee in their bonnet this morning."
"Then the house pays your expenses. Your purse didn't have to suffer."
"Oh, well, if you want the literal truth, I'm flat broke."
"You always are flat broke at this time in the month. Why shouldn't I be? – as a matter of fact, I am."
Edgar frowned. "What have you been buying?"
"A new microscope. I've saved for it, Edgar."
The girl cast a warm glance across the room to where, on a table, stood a tall slender object covered with a cloth.
"Saved for it!" was the disgusted response. "Shameful idea when the Ad. could just as well buy you an observatory."
"I don't believe father is nearly as rich as you think he is," said the girl defensively.
"He's the prize tight-wad. That's what he is. Look at our summers! Isn't it enough that instead of Newport the Fabians rusticate on Brewster's Island?"
"He met mother there. He loves it."
"Well, I can tell you, mother would exchange a whole lot of sentiment for one good whirl at Newport or some other place where there are live ones! Say, Kath, be a good fellow. You can spare a dime or so. Ten dollars would be better than nothing. I'll give it back the first of the month, honor bright. Think of my having to depend on taxis! It would make angels weep."
The sister continued to regard him and he reddened under the pensive gaze, and twanged the guitar.
"You never have paid me back the first of the month and I wish you wouldn't promise," she said at last; "but I'll tell you what I'll do. I'm coming home to spend Sunday and I will give you the ten dollars – it's all I have just now – if you will take me to see that cousin of ours."
"What cousin?" asked Edgar.
"Aunt Mary's heir. The artist."
"Why are you determined to stuff him down my throat? He is absolutely no kin to us and has no demand on us. I decline."
"Then I shall go with mother," declared Kathleen, in her laziest drawl. "I'm sure she will take me. I am interested in his determination. I want to see – his oil stove. I want to pat Pegasus."
"Go, then, and much good may it do you!" Edgar put down the guitar and started up. "Where's the ten, Kath? Awful sorry to bother you."
The girl did not rise. She shook her head.
"You haven't earned it. I've decided you must work for this one, before it follows its predecessors to that bourne from which no bank-note returneth."
There was an unusual sparkle in the eyes that met the blue ones.
"You said you could go with mother," protested Edgar.
"I can if I have to, but I prefer to hunt up stables with a man."
"Oh, confound it! you always get your own way. Fork over, then. I'll go with you; but it just means fastening him right on us. We'll be cousins then for sure."
Kathleen went to her closet and reappeared with the ten dollar bill. With a gesture of farewell she touched her finger to her lips and bestowed the kiss on the bank-note.
Her brother looked at his watch.
"Great Scott! I've got to hike for that train," he said; and wriggling into his overcoat he kissed his sister's cheek, and hurried away.