Sort of cattish way of implying that the fair Olga could get along without any moon at all.

Professional jealousy, I suppose." "I was speaking to Miss Clinton about it today," remarked Michael Malone.
"What does she think about it ?" from Percival.
"I don't know.

She asked me what I thought about it." "And what did you tell her ?" "I told her I wasn't a woman, and that let me out.

Being a man, I'm not entitled to a vote or an opinion, and I'd be very much obliged to her if she'd not try to drag me into it,--and to answer my question if she could.

Whereupon she said she was in favour of moving by the light of the sun, and payin' no attention at all to the moon.