"She hardly realized the danger, dear child. Did you, Millie, my pet?"
"The bad cow wanted to eat up my dollies!" exclaimed the little miss, with a grave shake of the head. "But oo helped me," she added, to me.
"I'm glad I was here," I returned.
"May I ask how you happened to come in?" continued the lady.
In a few words I told my story. I had hardly finished when the back door opened and a gentleman stepped out.
"What is the trouble here?" he asked anxiously. "I just heard that a mad bull had run into the garden."
"So he did, James; a savage monster indeed. This young man just beat him off and saved Millie's life."
"Hardly that," I put in modestly. I did not want more praise than I was justly entitled to receive.
"Indeed, but he did. See the spade covered with blood? Had he not hit the animal over the head with that, something dreadful would have happened."
"I didn't hit him exactly," I laughed. "I held it up and he ran against it," and once more I told my story.