He. Do you know what a tremendously hot day it is?
She. I don’t see the connection, and I am sure I am cool enough.
He. But you make it very hot for me! How picturesque that ragged fellow over there looks, riding on the top of his high saddle.
She. With a string of mules tied to his horse’s tail. I am fond of the mules, their bells are so musical.
He. And their bray.
She. And the muleteers sing such weird songs. I hear them going by about four o’clock in the morning, on their way to the Havana market, and the effect is most fascinating.
He. I should have expected you to be fond of the mules.
She. Why?
He. A fellow feeling is said to have a softening effect, and the mule’s strongest characteristic is—
She. Consistency!