Now she was Anna Royanna, the noted singer, and a slight
smile of contempt hovered about the corners of her mouth as she began
to fold up the paper.
Just then something caught her eye, which caused her to pause, and look
more closely. "Rod Royal" were the words she first saw, but they were
enough to make her devour eagerly the whole story of the adventure of
the previous night. She studied the two words which had first arrested
her attention, paying no heed to her breakfast which was getting cold.
Neither did she notice the number of eyes turned upon her by various
people in the room, for all were greatly interested in the famous
singer, who had made such a remarkable hit the night before. There
came to her again the picture of a sturdy little lad standing before
her, with tousled auburn hair, pleading on behalf of an invalid girl
away up in the country. Then her mind went back to that terrible night
when she had carried him to the door of the rectory, and left him to
the mercy of those within. And now she was looking upon his name in
the paper. He was hers, and yet he did not know her.
It seemed to Rod that the steamer would never reach Hillcrest wharf.
There were so many stops to make for passengers to disembark, and
freight to be unloaded, that the boat was later than usual.
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