truthful character, appreciated his kindness and valued his friendship,
but she made no one friend a favorite, striving rather to be friendly and
cordial with all.

In her dreams she sent her gift to Molly many times, and as many times
wondered if it pleased her, and when she awoke in the morning she could
hardly believe that it had not yet been purchased.

"I'm glad it was just a dream," thought Randy, as she stood before the
tiny glass drawing the comb through the curling masses of her light brown
hair, "because I've yet the pleasure of choosing the gift and of buying
and sending it to her.

"I believe I'll go down to Barnes' store to-day, for now I've made up my
mind what to do, I can hardly wait to do it."

It seemed as if everything favored Randy's scheme. The first person whom
she saw as she ran out to the well and commenced to lower the bucket was
Jotham, whistling as he strode along, deftly cutting the tops from the
roadside weeds with a switch.

"Hi, Randy! Let me help you," he said, vaulting lightly over the wall and
hastening toward her as she stood smiling in the sunlight.

"You can help in another way to-day, if you will," said Randy. "Come and
sit upon the wall while I tell you about it."

"Indeed I will," was the hearty rejoinder. "I've often told you, Randy,
that I'd do anything for you."