He saw her bend her head
slightly in acknowledgment of the reception she received. Never before
had he seen such a beautiful woman, and his heart went out to her at
once. What would Whyn say when she saw her? he asked himself. Then a
doubt flashed into his mind. Would this marvellous woman listen to
him? Would she be willing to go all the way to Hillcrest to sing to a
helpless girl? He felt his courage slowly oozing away and he almost
wished that he did not have to speak to her. Would she have anything
to say to him? he wondered. He noted her dress; how beautiful it was!
And her face, he could see it quite plainly, was sweet, and yet sad,
just as Whyn had described it from her brother's letter.
Rod was presently aroused from his meditation by the sweetest sound he
ever heard. He thought there must be a bird singing somewhere on the
stage. He rubbed his eyes, thinking he was dreaming. But, no, it was
only the woman standing before him, and she was singing. As he
listened to her he could not help thinking of the fields in Hillcrest,
of the birds and flowers, which he knew and loved. And thus his
thoughts would wander every time she sang. It was so strange that he
could not account for it, and he wondered if Phil felt the same way.
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