"Tracts."
"What for?"
"I am going to take them to some of those people, to-morrow. It may wake them up to what they are doing."
"They're more likely to wake you up, Ted. Go easy. You know papa never will let you."
"I sha'n't ask him, then," she said proudly. "If it's right, it's right, and nobody ought to stop me."
Hubert whistled softly.
"Look out, Ted. Remember the kid you stole? This may come out as your slumming did, you know."
But Theodora started out, the next morning, the tracts in her hand and zeal in her heart. At the very first saloon, she was doomed to disillusion.
"It is a wicked life," she said firmly; "and you ought to be ashamed."
For a wonder, the man knew neither Dr. McAlister nor his daughter, and he was not moved to awe by this child.