"You didn't do all this yourself, did you, captain?"
"Should say not," was the reply. "Betsey, that's my woman, did the
cookin', but Miss Royanna helped me fix things up here. It was her
idea, not mine."
"Miss Royanna, did you say?" the Governor queried. "It seems to me
I've heard that name before."
"Sure ye have. She's the great singer. Anna Royanna, she's generally
called. She's livin' with us fer awhile. Greatest woman out."
"Strange," the Governor mused. Then he shot a swift glance toward the
secretary, but that young man was staring hard at the captain.
"There is certainly some tone to all this," and the Judge gave a hearty
laugh. "We little expected to have our dinner served by such a noted
person, and to be waited upon by a worthy sea-captain, did we, sir?"
and he turned toward the Governor.
But the latter had risen to his feet, as if suddenly aroused by some
pressing engagement.
"Come," he ordered, "let's get back. It's time for the Review to
begin. The scouts will be getting impatient."
It took them but a few minutes to return to the grand-stand where
Parson Dan was waiting to receive them. He and the Governor were old
friends, and hearty was the greeting between the two.
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