"There is something which troubles me," Whyn at length remarked.
"Every concert should have singing, or music of some kind. Now, we
have not arranged for one song, and I am sure the people who come will
be disappointed. I am so fond of singing myself that I know how much
it will be missed. But I suppose it can't be helped. I wish you boys
could sing."
"Maybe some of the choir members would come," Rod suggested.
"Oh, do you think they would?" Whyn eagerly asked.
"I am not quite sure that they will. But I will speak to grandad about
it. I know he will do all he can to help."
"I hope they will come," and Whyn gave a tired sigh. "I haven't heard
any singing for such a long time, that I am hungry for it. I had such
a wonderful letter from Douglas to-day," she continued, after a slight
pause. "He says that Anna Royanna, the great new American singer, has
been in Ottawa, and he heard her one night. She is quite young, so he
writes, very beautiful, and with such a sad sweet face. The people
went fairly wild over her voice, and she had to sing one piece twice
before they would let her stop. And do you know, she is coming to St.
John, and will be at the Opera House on Wednesday night.
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