"What a lovely room," the woman continued, noting Whyn's embarrassment.
"And you were able to see everything from the window. How nice."
"And I heard you sing, too," Whyn replied. "Oh, it was great, and so
good of you to come. I can never thank you enough."
"Don't try," and the woman smiled. "The enjoyment has been all on my
side. It is the best time I have had in years."
For about half an hour Miss Royanna stayed, but it seemed only a few
minutes to the invalid girl. The rest went out and left them alone.
It appeared to Whyn as if heaven had suddenly opened, and an angel in
the form of this singer had come down. She felt perfectly at ease now,
and talked freely, telling about herself and her mother. It was only
natural, however, that Rod should form the principal object of
conversation. In fact, Miss Royanna led the girl on to talk about him,
and the mother's heart was made happy as Whyn told how kind Rod was to
her, and what a fine boy he really was.
"Will you write to me, dear?" the singer asked, as she bade the girl
good-bye.
"Oh, may I?" and Whyn's face glowed with pleasure. "But you will not
care to hear about our uninteresting affairs in Hillcrest."
"Indeed I shall.
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