"
"It is utterly out of the question, Martha," the clergyman sadly
returned. "I have to bury old Mrs. Fisk at Stony Creek to-morrow
afternoon."
"Oh, I had forgotten about that, Daniel. Isn't it always the way when
anything of special importance comes to the city? You have never been
able to attend."
"It seems so. But never mind, dear, we are going to take a long
holiday next summer, and that will make up for much we have lost."
"May I go, grandad?" Rod suddenly asked.
"Go where, Rodney? With us next summer?"
"No, but to hear Miss Royanna."
"You!" and the parson straightened himself up. "Why, I didn't know
that you would care to go."
"But I do, grandad. Phil Dexter is going with his father to the city
to-morrow, and why couldn't I go along with them? Phil and I could go
to hear Miss Royanna ourselves if Mr. Dexter doesn't want to go. Oh,
may I?"
"Well, we shall think it over," the parson replied, "and let you know
later."
That afternoon Mrs. Royal told Rod that he could go to the city. It
might do him good, so she said, to hear such a famous singer. She knew
that she could trust him to behave himself, no matter where he was.
Rod was delighted, and hurried over at once to inform the rest of the
scouts, who were already gathered at Headquarters.
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