Just think of
it!" and Whyn's eyes glowed with enthusiasm, while she clasped her thin
white hands together. "She will be there, so near, and yet I won't be
able to hear her. But mamma will tell me about it, and that will be
something."
The scouts did not remain long in Whyn's room that afternoon. They
knew that she was tired, and so when they left her they made their way
to the shore, and sat down upon the sand under the shade of a large
willow tree. They were unusually silent now, for all were thinking of
what Whyn had told them about the wonderful singer.
"Isn't it too bad," Rod suddenly began, "that Whyn can't hear her sing?"
"She can't go to the city, that's sure," Phil Dexter replied, giving
the stick he was holding a savage thrust into the yielding sand.
"Maybe she'd come here," Billy Potter suggested.
This was a brilliant idea, and the scouts looked at one another, while
the light of hope brightened their faces.
"Would she come?" that was the question each asked himself. These boys
knew nothing about the ways of the great world beyond their own parish.
If they did they would have known how utterly ridiculous was the
thought of a famous singer coming all the way to such an unknown place
as Hillcrest to sing to an invalid girl.
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