“No, make your choice which is to give you the kiss.”

“The two I do not choose will not feel that I have discriminated against them?” Aaron insisted.

“Whiskers no objection?” was his next query.

“Not in the way at all,” Lute told him. “I have always wondered what it would be like to kiss black whiskers.”

“Here’s where all the philosophers get kissed tonight, so hurry up,” Ernestine said. “The others are waiting. I, too, have yet to be kissed by an alfalfa field.”

“Whom do you choose?” Dick urged.

“As if, after that, there were any choice about it,”