"Perhaps the boys will have to stay as witnesses, Daniel."

"Sure enough!" and the clergyman put down his cup he was about to raise
to his lips. "I never thought of that. And this is the night of the
concert, too. What will Captain Josh do without the boys? I must go
over and tell him the news. It will certainly upset his plans, for he
depended so much upon Rod."

That same morning Anna Royanna, while at breakfast, read the
description of herself and her singing in the Opera House. This did
not greatly interest her, for she was beginning to weigh such articles
at their true value. It was the custom now for papers to say pleasant
things about her. It was the same wherever she went. She recalled the
time, several years before, when the same newspapers had so
begrudgingly given her a few lines concerning a certain performance of
hers. She had to plead with the editors then. She was not famous, and
how a sympathetic article would not only have encouraged but assisted
her as well. Now she was Anna Royanna, the noted singer, and a slight
smile of contempt hovered about the corners of her mouth as she began
to fold up the paper.

Just then something caught her eye, which caused her to pause, and look
more closely. "Rod Royal" were the words she first saw, but they were
enough to make her devour eagerly the whole story of the adventure of
the previous night. She studied the two words which had first arrested
her attention, paying no heed to her breakfast which was getting cold.
Neither did she notice the number of eyes turned upon her by various
people in the room, for all were greatly interested in the famous
singer, who had made such a remarkable hit the night before. There