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.