"That's a matter of taste. You suit me to a T."
"Thanks. But, what would people say? And suppose we had any children, Benjamin! What would they think of us?"
"Oh, there's a thousand ways to cover it all up. You just take a shine to me, and I'll fix everything else."
Rafaela promised to think it over; and every night when she came home from work, Benjamin jokingly asked her, from his door:
"Well, neighbor, how about it?"
"I'm still thinking it over," she answered, with a laugh.
"It seems to be pretty hard for you to decide."
"It surely is!"
"Yes, but are you going to get it settled?"
"How do I know, Benjamin? Sometimes I think one thing, and sometimes another. Time will tell!"