"No. I'll be bound you've more sense than some," he grumbled. "Otherwise you wouldn't have pulled me back from that train. I'd have been run over like enough."
"I'm glad you think I helped you," said Ruth simply.
"Heh? What are you glad for?"
"Because I like to have people feel grateful to me and like me," confessed Ruth frankly.
"Hey-day!" exclaimed the old gentleman. "Here's plainness of speech. I suppose you think I am rich and that I have come to reward you?"
"I thought you had come to thank me, not insult me," the girl said, with dignity. "You cannot give me money."
"You are a wealthy girl, then?"
"We have all the money we shall ever need," said Ruth. "It really does not matter, does it, sir? If you have thanked me sufficiently, I will go on."
"Hoity-toity!" he snarled. "You are one of these very smart modern girls, I see. And wealthy, too? Where do you live?"
"I am going home now, sir. You know where I live," said Ruth in surprise.