A DELEGATION1 at Washington went to a New President, and said:

　　"Your Excellency, we are unable to agree upon a Favourite Son to

　　represent us in your Cabinet."

　　"Then," said the New President, "I shall have to lock you up until

　　you do agree."

　　So the Delegation was cast into the deepest dungeon2 beneath the

　　moat, where it maintained a divided mind for many weeks, but

　　finally reconciled its differences and asked to be taken before the

　　New President.

　　"My child," said he, "nothing is so beautiful as harmony. My

　　Cabinet Selections were all made before our former interview, but

　　you have supplied a noble instance of patriotism3 in subordinating

　　your personal preferences to the general good. Go now to your

　　beautiful homes and be happy."

　　It is not recorded that the Delegation was happy.