Directly he saw his father, he put his finger in his mouth and seemed inclined to howl.

Ellen raised her veil and pushed him forward.
"Run to daddy," she ordered, sharply.

"Do as you're told, or I'll box your ears." The child made an unwilling approach.

Ellen herself advanced, holding her skirts genteelly clutched in her left hand, her eyes fixed upon her husband, her expression a mixture of defiance and appeal.

Burton welcomed them both calmly.