"I am greatly honored," he said, as he gave her his arm.
"Not at all, Mr. Porshinger; you quite deserve it," she replied.
"Why should I deserve it?" he asked.
"Didn't you save my guest from the Overton bull?"
"I most assuredly did not. She saved herself by beating him to the fence and over it."
"You helped. You delayed the animal long enough for her to get a start—and moreover you tried to attract him to yourself, you know, so the end justifies the reward, I think."
"A large reward for a trifling service," he remarked.
"The trifling and the large—depend on the respective points of view!" she smiled as he placed her chair.
When he turned to take his own, he saw that Mrs. Lorraine was upon his right.
"Your reward is out of all proportion even from your point of view," he said, with a significant glance at Stephanie.