"I should have been scared stiff."
"On the contrary," said Stephanie, tapping an egg with the tip of her spoon, "I think you would have been scared into the quickest action you have ever known."
"What do you mean?" Gladys demanded.
"I mean that you would have made a record run for the fence," slowly measuring the salt.
"Is that what you did?"
"Precisely what I did—and I just made it."
"You just made what?"
"The fence."
"Do you mean the bull actually attacked you?"
"No—he didn't get quite close enough to actually attack—he missed me by the fraction of a hair. I went over the fence just as he banged into it. We had a nerve-racking finish—the bull and I. I won it by an eyelash."