"To-morrow."
"What for?"
Dr. Alton hesitated. "I have some—sort of business there and—will take him with me."
"Will he stay long?"
"Only a day or two."
"Heaven be praised! I began to be frightened."
The doctor laughed. "You needn't worry, Joanna. We shall come back alive—and very soon."
The next day Cyrus and his father were in the wicked city. The important business of the following morning was taking the boy to a fashionable establishment and fitting him out in stylish raiment. And when the deed was done Dr. Alton realized that Cyrus, in these new, well fitting clothes, with his intelligent face and erect little figure, was not a boy to be ashamed of.
"To-night," said Dr. Alton, "we go to the opera."