The horse sneezed violently, as if in derision, and Randy laughed gaily at
having her plainly expressed opinion of herself so forcibly confirmed.

Leaving Snowfoot to crop the grass and clover, Randy crossed the field
and followed a well trodden foot-path which led to a little grove and
there in the cool shade she paused to look off across the valley, and
again her thoughts reverted to the shining gold piece. Once more she
wondered what it could buy which would give lasting satisfaction.

"If I were in the city," she mused, "I should probably see something which
I'd like to have in the first store I came to, and I could buy it at
once."

A moment later she laughed softly as it occurred to her that in the large
city stores of which she had heard it would be more than probable that a
dozen pretty things would attract her, and her bewilderment would thus be
far greater than it had been at home with only a choice of imaginary
objects.

"If old Sandy McLeod who gave the prize could know what a time I've had
deciding what to do with it, I believe he would laugh at me and say in
that deep voice of his,

"'Hoot, lass! Since the gold piece troubles ye, I wonder if ye're glad ye
won it?'"

Randy in her pink calico gown, her sunbonnet still hanging from her arm,
her cheeks flushed by the hot summer breeze, and the short ringlets
curling about her forehead, made a lovely picture as she stood at the