This woman was not a resident in the court, or Hannah would have felt compelled to change her quarters.  As it was, however, it was absolutely impossible for her to let any one know of Roy's existence.  By this time, during the two complete days they had spent together, the woman and child had grown very close to each other.  Hannah had a power over children.  Little Roy had grown fond of her; he was contented with his cellar life, he liked to stand by her knee, and when she took him on her lap the feel of her arms put tightly round him was comfortable.  Already the fickle baby mind had forgotten Faith, he was Hannah's boy to all intents and purposes.  But all the same--though she had never known such pure happiness since Davie died--Hannah was puzzled what to do with this stolen child.  Cleaning her cellar and playing with him brought no money to give food to either; she must go out to earn something, she must leave the child behind her, and if he cried in any way the neighbours overhead would discover his existence, and then her secret would be out, and her treasure torn from her arms.  If only it were in the night she had to leave him, little Roy would sleep, and there would be no danger; but he was a wakeful, lively child, and seldom closed his eyes for the livelong day.