"Do you think it is any of your business, my fine lady?" he demanded sharply.
Theodora quailed.
"N-n-no-o-o-o; I don't," she said faintly, and fled from the door into the arms of her father, who chanced to be passing by.
"Theodora!" he exclaimed.
"Yes, sir." She hung her head guiltily, for she instinctively felt his disapproval.
"What are you doing here, in such a place?" he asked more sternly than he was wont to speak.
"I'm—I'm—I'm—" she faltered.
He held out his hand for the tracts. She gave them up reluctantly, and she saw him frown as he read their lurid headings. For a moment he looked perplexed; then he said quietly,—
"Theodora, I wish you to go home at once, and to say nothing of this to anyone. To-night, after supper, come to the office. I want to talk this over with you."
"Yes, papa."