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Updated: July 1, 2025
The thrill of adventure now filled his soul, and he longed for something more to happen. It was a long quaint letter he wrote to Anna Royanna in reply to the one she had sent him. He told all about the adventure on the island, the capture of the robbers, and how he and Phil had gone to the city with the captain as witnesses.
It told about the scouts, their entertainment, and how two of the boys had gone all the way to the city to ask Miss Royanna to go to Hillcrest. "Isn't it great!" and Rod gave a deep sigh when the clergyman had finished. "How I wish Miss Royanna could live here all the time." "She took a great fancy to you, Rodney," and the parson smiled upon the boy. "I like her," was the brief comment.
Her name is Anna Royanna, and she will be at the Opera House Wednesday night. Wouldn't you like to go, dear?" and he looked across the table at his wife. "I'm afraid not," was the reply. "The Ladies' Aid will meet here on that day, and so I could not possibly leave. Why don't you go, Daniel? You are fond of good singing, and it is so seldom that you get away from the parish."
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.
The operation was pronounced a decided success, though it will take some time yet for her to get strong." "She's the finest girl that ever drew breath," and the captain turned away his face so as not to show the mistiness which had suddenly dimmed his eyes. "She's a plucky one, sure." Three weeks after the Review Anna Royanna left Hillcrest.
"Tell me," she said in a low voice, controlling herself as much as possible, "your name, my little man." "Rod Royal," was the reply. There was no doubt about it now, and involuntarily the woman reached out her arms toward him. She drew them back, however, and placed her hand to her forehead. "Are you ill, Miss Royanna?" Mr. Markham enquired. "I am afraid that these boys are tiring you.
The house was very still, but within her room Anna Royanna sat alone through the long watches of the night. How could she sleep in such a place, with so many conflicting emotions agitating her heart and mind? Mr. and Mrs. Royal both noticed that their guest was very pale when she came down to breakfast. "I am afraid you did not sleep well last night, dear," Mrs.
When at last they were given permission to visit the invalid, they could not get to the rectory fast enough. They were surprised to see Rod so thin and white, and when they left after their brief visit, they hurried back to Headquarters for another long talk. Rod was never so happy as when Anna Royanna was with him. Many were the stories she told, and she would often read to him.
"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?
"We could go to hear her sing, that's if I can go. I will find out about it and let you know." Rod had no opportunity that evening of speaking to Parson Dan or Mrs. Royal about the wonderful singer. There were visitors at the rectory for tea, and he was in bed before they left. He thought very much about it, nevertheless, and in his sleep he dreamed that he was listening to Miss Royanna.
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