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.