"
"Boys! to see me?"
"Yes. They came from the country, and will not leave, so they say,
until they see you."
"What do they want?"
"I do not know. But I am acquainted with one of the little chaps, as I
met him this summer. I have a good story to tell you when you get
rested. Shall I bring them in? They will not keep you long."
"Yes, let them come," was the reply. "I love boys; there is no
pretence about them."
Rod's heart beat fast as he followed Mr. Markham into the presence of
the great singer. What should he say? he asked himself. Would the
woman be willing to go? Phil crept close at his heels, of no more use
than a kitten.
As Rod approached, Miss Royanna held out her hand.
"So you want to see me?" she began. "I am not very often favoured with
a visit from boys."
Rod felt more at home now. These words had put him at ease. He looked
keenly into the woman's eyes, and what he saw there gave him great
encouragement. In truth, Miss Royanna was much impressed with his
manly bearing. He stood so erect, with his blue eyes looking straight
into hers. For an instant there flashed into her mind the idea that
she had seen those eyes before. Some chord of memory was stirred,
which affected her in a remarkable manner.
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