He could not explain what it was, but at times he found them both
watching him with a new expression in their eyes. He even caught Mrs.
Royal brushing away a tear, which surprised him.
"What makes you cry, grandma?" he asked.
"Oh, several things, dear," was the reply. "People sometimes cry when
they are very happy, you know."
"I understand, grandma. You are happy because I am getting well."
That evening after Rod was snugly tucked in bed, Miss Royanna came and
sat down by his side. She had a book in her hand and she was going to
read to him as was her custom now.
"Tell me a story, please," Rod begged. "I like that better, and your
stories are so interesting."
"What kind do you want to-night?" the woman asked, as she looked into
the bright eyes before her.
"Oh, anything. You always know best."
For awhile Anna Royanna remained silent, to all outward appearance very
calm. But she was greatly agitated. She knew that the moment had
arrived of which she had dreamed for years. Would it make any change
in him? she wondered. Would he feel the same toward her?
"What are you thinking about?" Rod questioned.
"About what I am going to tell you," and the woman gave a slight laugh.
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