It was plain that if she wanted to keep little Roy, she must move away from here as fast as possible.  She could scarcely find a cheaper home, but be that as it may she dare not stay so near to Faith.  Presently, tired out, she sank down on the floor; she still trembled at the nearness of the danger, but she also felt disappointment.  The baby whom she considered her own baby now was so beautiful, so grand, so fine and strong, so unlike any other child she had ever looked at, that she had often pictured to herself his high birth.  He might, for aught she knew, be the son of a prince.  Any prince in the land would be proud of him. And Hannah had delighted herself with the thought that this child, of perhaps Royalty, was happy and at home with such a woman as she--a woman at whom all respectable folks would point a finger of scorn; but yet whom the pure and innocent little child loved.