Second Thoughts of an Idle Fellow

Occasionally a friend will ask me some such question as this Do you prefer dark women or fair? Another will say Do you like tall women or short? A third Do you think light-hearted women or serious the more agreeable company? I find myself in the position that once upon a time overtook a certain charming young lady of taste who was asked by an anxious parent the years mounting and the family expenditure not decreasing which of the numerous and eligible young men then paying court to her she liked the best. She replied that was her difficulty. She could not make up her mind which she liked the best. They were all so nice. She could not possibly select one to the exclusion of all the others. What she would have liked would have been to marry the lot but that she presumed was impracticable. I feel I resemble that young lady not so much perhaps in charm and beauty as indecision of mind when questions such as the above are put to me. It is as if one were asked one's favourite food.