She looked at him. “You're Elya, right?” she asked. “Myra,” said her father.
“Elya and Igor have each offered a pig for your hand in marriage. It doesn't matter to me. A pig is a pig.
So I will let you make the choice. Whom do you wish to marry?”
Myra looked confused. “You want me to decide?” “That’s right, my blossom,” said her father.
“Gee, I don’t know,” said Myra. “Which pig weighs more?” “They both weigh the same,” said her father.
“Golly,” said Myra, “I guess I choose Elya— No, Igor. No, Elya. No, Igor. Oh, I know!
I’ll think of a number between one and ten. I’ll marry whoever guesses the closest number. Okay, I’m ready.”
“Ten,” guessed Igor. Elya said nothing. “Elya?” said Myra. “What number do you guess?”
Elya didn’t pick a number. “Marry Igor,” he muttered. “You can keep my pig as a wedding present.”
The next time the water truck came it was driven by Mr. Pendanski, who also brought sack lunches.
Stanley sat with his back against a pile of dirt and ate. He had a baloney sandwich, potato chips, and a large chocolate-chip cookie.
“How you doin’?” asked Magnet. “Not real good,” said Stanley. “Well, the first hole’s the hardest,” Magnet said.
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