*Julilla eyes her Sissy doggedly following the chocolates." O Sissy, don't lose your head!" she called anxiously, then cleared her throat and called out in a voice pitched to carry over the muttering crowd.

"I do hereby give and sacrifice my Iron Horse Riding Gear," she cried, throwing an armload of sumptuous Corinthian leather garments on the fire. The crowd gasped and a few riders lurched forward slightly as if to snatch the gear back out of the coals.

"It's all right," Julilla muttered, "It's all three sizes too large for me now anyhoo!"