it. I know he will do all he can to help."

"I hope they will come," and Whyn gave a tired sigh. "I haven't heard
any singing for such a long time, that I am hungry for it. I had such
a wonderful letter from Douglas to-day," she continued, after a slight
pause. "He says that Anna Royanna, the great new American singer, has
been in Ottawa, and he heard her one night. She is quite young, so he
writes, very beautiful, and with such a sad sweet face. The people
went fairly wild over her voice, and she had to sing one piece twice
before they would let her stop. And do you know, she is coming to St.
John, and will be at the Opera House on Wednesday night. Just think of
it!" and Whyn's eyes glowed with enthusiasm, while she clasped her thin
white hands together. "She will be there, so near, and yet I won't be
able to hear her. But mamma will tell me about it, and that will be
something."

The scouts did not remain long in Whyn's room that afternoon. They
knew that she was tired, and so when they left her they made their way
to the shore, and sat down upon the sand under the shade of a large
willow tree. They were unusually silent now, for all were thinking of
what Whyn had told them about the wonderful singer.

"Isn't it too bad," Rod suddenly began, "that Whyn can't hear her sing?"

"She can't go to the city, that's sure," Phil Dexter replied, giving
the stick he was holding a savage thrust into the yielding sand.

"Maybe she'd come here," Billy Potter suggested.

This was a brilliant idea, and the scouts looked at one another, while