"You only tuk him inter the bedroom?" repeated Faith.  She did not stay another second with her father, she rushed away from him and back to the inner room.  A fear even more terrible than her first fear had come to her.  She remembered that the door leading into the passage was open. Was it possible, possible that little Roy, her little sweet baby Roy, had gone out through that open door, had slipped down-stairs, and into the street?  Oh! no, it never could be possible.  However angry God was with her, He could never allow such an awful punishment as this to overtake her.  She rushed wildly up-stairs and down-stairs, looking into every room, calling everywhere for Roy.  No one had seen him, no one had heard the baby steps as they stole away.  The whole house was searched in vain for little Roy.  He was not to be found.  In five minutes, Faith came back to her father.  She came up to him, her breath a little gone, her words coming in gasps.  She laid her hand on his shoulder.