A horrible dread came over Faith.  Where was Roy?  Her father had said that as she could not take proper care of him, some one else should. Had he really taken Roy away, and given him into the care of some stranger, some dreadful, dreadful stranger who would not love him, or care for him as he ought to be loved and tended?  The agony of this idea took all fear away from Faith.  Without a particle of hesitation now, she went back to her father.  He was so busy he did not even hear her swift step, and started when her voice sounded at his elbow.