"Thank you, yes," returned Mrs. Carrington. "Is this Mrs. Nelson?" she went on, as Ralph's mother appeared.
"Yes, madam," said the widow. "Pray, make yourself comfortable. Perhaps you would prefer a rocker?"
"No, we won't stay but a minute. Has Ralph told you of his bravery this noon?"
"He said he stopped your runaway team."
"He did nobly, and my daughter and I have come to offer him a slight reward for his gallant deed."
"I was not looking for a reward," put in Ralph.
"But you deserve one, Ralph, and I trust you will accept what we have brought. Julia!"
"Yes, mamma. Here it is," and from beneath her dress folds Julia Carrington produced a small morocco-covered box. "Allow me to present this, Ralph Nelson, with the compliments of my mother and myself," she said, turning to the young bridge tender.
"Thank you, but I—I really didn't expect anything," stammered Ralph, as he took the offering.