"She takes Rainbow by the head, 'n' sort of hugs it, 'n' rubs the tips of her fingers over his eyelids. Then she whispers to him, but I hears it.
"'Old precious!' she says. 'I've always loved Rainbows! Do you bring a fair day, too?'
"Just then a black auto sneaks around the bend of the main road, 'n' Mr. Van's drivin' it. He sees us, stops, 'n' comes up the side road to where we are. She don't hear him till he's right close. Then she backs away from Rainbow.
"'I thought you might become tired of your sudden interest in hunting, Mr. Van Voast,' she says. 'And I should like to own this horse—I was just looking at him,' she tries to say it haughty, but it don't seem to scare him none. He looks at her steady.
"'If I give you a rainbow, will you give me its equivalent?' he says.
"'A pot of gold? Yes— How much will you take?' she says, but she don't look at him no more.
"'A pot of gold is at the end,' he says. 'This is the beginning, dear.… I want a promise.'
"'That would be a fair exchange, would it not?' she says, 'n' looks up at him. I never see eyes look like that before. They puts me in mind of when the band's playin' as the hosses go to the post fur the Kentucky Derby.
"'Blister,' says Mr. Van, 'show the horses the view over the hill; they'll enjoy it.'
"I'm on my way in a hurry, but hears her say: