There was silence around the table for a few moments.  Mrs. Seaton, quietly watching the boy, thought of what her husband had told her of Officer Foley’s account.  The boy did act not unlike a bull pup put for the first time on the lead chain.  She was relieved and so was Mr. Seaton when Nucky, immediately after the meal was finished, said that he was sleepy, and went to bed.

“I don’t envy you your trip, John,” said Mary Seaton, as she settled to her embroidery again.  “What on earth possesses you to do it?  The boy isn’t even interesting in his badness.”

“He’s got the face either of a great leader or a great criminal,” said Seaton, shaking out his paper.  “He makes me so mad I could tan his hide every ten minutes, but I’m going to see the thing through.  It’s the first time in three years I’ve felt interested in anything.”

Quick tears sprang to his wife’s eyes.  “I’m so glad to have you feel that way, John, that I’ll swallow even this impossible boy.  What makes him so ugly?  Did he want to go to reform school?”

“God knows what any boy of his age wants!” replied John briefly.  “But I’m going to try in the next three weeks to find out what’s frozen him up so.”

“Well, I’ll dress him so that he won’t disgrace you.”

Mrs. Seaton smiled and sighed and went on with her careful stitching.

Nobody tried to talk to Nucky at the breakfast table.  After the meal was over and Mr. Seaton had left for the office, the boy sat looking out of the window until Mrs. Seaton announced herself ready for the shopping expedition.  Then he followed her silently to the waiting automobile.

The little woman took great care in buying the boy’s outfit.  The task must Have been painful to her.  Only three years before she had been buying clothes for Jack from this same clerk.  But Mary Seaton was a good soldier and she did a good job.  When they reached home in mid-afternoon Nucky was well equipped for his journey.

To Mary’s surprise and pleasure he took care of her, helping her in and out of the automobile, and waiting on her vigilantly.  He was awkward, to be sure, and silent, but Mary was secretly sure that he was less resentful toward her than he had been the day before.  And she began to understand her husband’s interest in the strong, immature, sullen face.

The train left at six o’clock.  Mrs. Seaton went with them to the very train gates.

“You’ll really try to look out for Mr. Seaton, won’t you, Enoch?” she said, taking the boy’s limp hand, after she had kissed her husband good-by.

“Yes, ma’am,” replied Nucky.

“Good-by, Enoch!  I truly hope you’ll enjoy the trip.  Run now, or you’ll miss the train.  See, Mr. Seaton’s far down the platform!”

Nucky turned and ran.  Mr. Seaton waited for him at the door of the Pullman.  His jaw was set and he looked at Nucky with curiosity not untinged with resentment.  Nucky had not melted after a whole day with Mary!  Perhaps there were no deeps within the boy.  But as the train moved through the tunnel something lonely back of the boy’s hard stare touched him and he smiled.