“Why,” says I, kind o' flustered, “there ain't but one of you, is they? I look on you as practically one woman.”
“The idea!” says Netty.
“You orter be ashamed of yourself,” says Hetty.
“You didn't think,” says Netty, “that you could marry both of us, did you?”
Well, all I had really thought up to that time was that I was in love with 'em, and just as much in love with one as with the other, and I popped the question right out of my heart and sentiments without thinking much one way or the other. But now I seen there was going to be a difficulty.
“Well,” I says, “if you want to consider yourself as two people, I suppose it would be marryin' both of you. But I always thought of you as two hearts that beat as one. And I don't see no reason why I shouldn't marry the two of you, if you want to hold out stubborn that you are two.”
“For my part,” says Hetty, “I think you are insulting.”
“You must choose between us,” says Netty.
“I would never,” says Hetty, “consent to any Mormonous goings-on of that sort.”
They still insisted they was two people till finally I kind o' got to see their side of the argyment. But how was I going to choose between them when no matter which one I chooses she was tied tight to the other one?