m? Now, my dear Helen, when did you ever know me
undertake anything, and not carry it out!"

"Never, papa."

"Then I am not going to begin now. There is the boy."

"Yes, papa," said Helen rather sadly; "there is the boy."

"I mean to make him a gentleman, and I must ask you to help me with the
poor orphan--"

"He is an orphan, then!" said Helen quickly.

"Yes. Son of some miserable tramp who died in the casual ward."

"How dreadful!" said Helen, glancing once more at the boy, who caught
her eye, and smiled in a way which made his face light up, and illumined
the sallow cheeks and dull white pinched look.

"Dreadful? Couldn't be better for my theory, my dear."

"Very well, papa," said Helen quietly; "I will help you all I can."

"I knew you would, my dear," said the doctor warmly; "and I prophesy
that you will be proud of your work, and so shall I. Now, then, to
begin," he added loudly.

"All in--all in--all in!" shouted the boy, jumping up like a
grasshopper, and preparing to go through some fresh gymnastic feat.

"Ah! ah! Sit down, sir. How dare you!" shouted the doctor; and the boy
dropped into his seat again, and sat like a mouse.

"There!" said the doctor softly; "there's obedience. Result of
drilling. Now, then, what's the first thing? He must have some
clothes."

"Oh yes; at once," said Helen.

"And, look here, my dear," said the doctor testily; "I never use
anything of the kind myself, but you girls rub some stuff--pomade or
cream--on your hair to make it grow, do you not?"

"Well, yes, papa."

"Then, for goodness' sake, let a double quantity be rubbed at once upon
that poor boy's head. Really it is cut so short that he is hardly fit
to be seen without a cap on."

"I'm afraid you will have to wait some time," said Helen, with a smile.

"Humph! yes, I suppose so," said the doctor gruffly. "That barber ought
to be flogged. Couldn't put the boy in a wig, of course."

"O papa! no."

"Well, I said no," cried the doctor testily. "Must wait, I suppose; but
we can make him look decent."

"Are you--are you going--" faltered Helen.

"Going? Going where!"

"Going to have him with us, papa, or to let him be with the servants?"
said Helen rather nervously; but she regretted speaking the next moment.

"Now, my dear child, don't be absurd," cried the doctor. "How am I to
prove my theory by taking the boy from the lowest station of society and
making him, as I shall do, a gentleman