"Hush, dear," the mother said, softly.
The boy put his arms on the table and burst into tears.
Lucy sat very quiet, glancing into her mother's face wistfully. And then she felt under the table, found one of her hands and began to stroke it gently. ······· When Gordon returned to his car, immediately behind the one in which Ruth was riding, Kate sat for half an hour in furious silence, refusing to speak or answer a question. He had never seen her so beside herself with anger.
She turned on him in a sudden flash and asked with frowning emphasis:
"I wonder why you dragged me off on this idiotic trip?"
"I was worn out and needed the rest," he answered, quietly.
She looked at him with defiance.
"I don't believe a word of it," she said, indignantly. "You wish to get me out of New York. You were too much of a coward to tell Overman your suspicions that he was trying to win your wife."
Gordon looked out of the window in silence.
"We will stop at the next station and go back. I don't care for any more free vaudeville shows in the dining-car."
"Don't be absurd, my dear; you need not meet again."
