The other two men sat upright and looked at each
other and then with equal intentness they looked at the
woman.

"Why do you say that?" said the Philosopher.

"We were having a great argument along the road,
and if we were to be talking from now to the dav of
doom that argument would never be finished."

"It must have been a great argument. Was it about
predestination or where consciousness comes from?"

"It was not; it was which of these two men was to
marry me."

"That's not a great argument," said the Philosopher.

"Isn't it," said the woman. "For seven days and six
nights we didn't talk about anything else, and that's a
great argument or I'd like to know what is."

"But where is the trouble, ma'am?" said the Philoso-
pher.

"It's this," she replied, "that I can't make up my mind
which of the men I'll take, for I like one as well as the
other and better, and I'd as soon have one as the other
and rather."