What'd such a glorious creature see in a poor, puny little thing like me ?" "George, you're not over-handsome," admitted Dave, shaking his head.
"But you can never tell about women.

Sometimes they like even little, insignificant fellows.

Don't be too scared about asking her.
Besides, it will make it easier for me.

You might tell her about me--you know, sort of feel her out, so I'd---" Dave's voice failed him here; but he had said enough, and that was most discouraging to poor George.

Dave was so busy screwing up his courage that he forgot all about his friend.
"No; I couldn't," gasped George, falling into a chair.