"How?" cried Elsa.
"I believe if he once listened in with a wireless telephone, he'd want one himself."
"Impossible!" cried Elsa. "He's as set as Gibraltar in his ways. Why, it was years before we could get him to install an ordinary telephone, and he wouldn't get a motor-car until years after everybody else here had one. And I know he thinks this wireless set of yours is all nonsense."
"I'd bet a dollar to a doughnut he'd change his mind if I could just get a telephone set while I'm here."
"What is it you need? Tell me again."
"A good storage battery, a V. T. socket and bulb, some B batteries and a telephone block."
"Would a battery from a Ford car answer?"
"That's exactly what I want."
"Well, I have a Ford runabout, you know, and I take care of it myself. Dad kicks about it every time I come in smeared up with grease. But he can't stop me. I'll get that battery charged and uncouple it and bring it up here. And I've got enough money to buy those other things unless they're too awful expensive."