Honor, Disputed
Neither wind nor keyhole can claim honor when they silence each other.
"How well I whistle!" said the Wind to the Keyhole. "Well, if that isn't rich!" said the Keyhole to the Wind: "you mean, how well I whistle."—"Get some paper," said the old woman, "and stuff up the keyhole, and stop the draught." And so neither Wind nor Keyhole whistled any longer. Leisure Hours.
