"I wish ever so as I could take Roy to him," answered Faith. "That's a real lovely story. Mother, afore she died, telled me 'bout Jesus; but I don't remember 'bout Him and the babies. Now I must be going home. Thank you, little ragged girl. If you like you may kiss Roy once again, and me too." CHAPTER THREE. Faith and Roy were late, and their father was waiting for them. He was very particular about his meals, which were never entrusted to Faith's young efforts at cooking, but were sent from a cook-shop close by. Now the potatoes and a little piece of roast beef smoked on the table, and Warden, considerably put out, walked up and down. When the children entered, Roy ran up to his father confidently--he had never been afraid of any one in his life--and wanted a ride now on the tall, strong shoulder. "Up, up," said the little fellow, raising his arms and pointing to his favourite perch. Warden endeavoured to get out of his way, but Roy clasped his little arms round his knees. "Fader, up, up," he said. "No; I can't, Roy. Don't be troublesome. Faith, that child is in every one's way. Take him and put him in the bedroom until his dinner is ready." Little Roy was very hungry, and there was that in his father's hard tone which caused him to raise his baby-blue eyes in wonder and some shadowy alarm. Faith took him, sobbing, into the bedroom, from which she returned with a very sad heart to her own dinner. Warden helped her sullenly; but to eat while her little brother was alone seemed to choke her. She found she could not swallow her nice Sunday dinner. She was always terrified of her stern father, but now for Roy's sake she must brave his anger. "Please, father, may little Roy have his dinner first? He's se'ch a baby, and he's so hungry." "No, Faith; I make a rule, and I won't break it. 'Tis a very proper punishment for you for being so late." Roy's little sobbing voice at the other side of the door, for the bedroom was inside the sitting-room, saying "Open, open," made it almost impossible for Faith to sit quiet, and she was much relieved when her father rose from the table and went out. Then what petting followed for little Roy! what feeding him with the choicest bits! until at last the little fellow, worn out from his walk and fit of crying, fell asleep in his sister's arms.