"Come, Enoch!" and the boy followed into the dining-room.

His table manners were bad, of course, but Mrs. Seaton found these less
difficult to endure than the boy's unresponsive, watchful ways. At
last, as the pudding was being served, she exclaimed:

"What in the world are you watching for, Enoch? Do you expect us to
rob you, or what?"

"I dunno, ma'am," answered Nucky,

"Do you enjoy your supper?" asked Mrs. Seaton.

"It's all right, I guess. I'm used to wine with my supper."

"Wine, you young jack-donkey!" cried John Seaton. "And don't you
appreciate the difference between a home meal like this and one you
pick up in Minetta Lane?"

"I dunno!" Nucky's face darkened sullenly and he pushed his pudding
away.

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