He is so absent-minded! Come and I'll show you your room,
Enoch. You must get ready for dinner."
She rose, and led the boy down the hall to a small room. It was
furnished in oak and chintz. Enoch thought it must have been the dead
boy's room for there was a gun over the bureau and photographs of a
football team and a college crew on the walls.
"Supper will be ready in ten or fifteen minutes," said Mrs. Seaton, as
she left him. A moment later, he heard her speaking earnestly in the
living-room. He brushed his hair, then amused himself by examining the
contents of the room. The supper bell rang just as he opened the
closet door. He closed it, hastily and silently, and a moment later,
Mr. Seaton spoke from the hall:
"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.
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