“When we went to Parkville with Nell and 146 the Brandons!” Jessie said eagerly. “I remember she passed us. You pointed her out to me.”
“And she turned out of the very road we took to go to Parkville,” said Amy, with confidence. “I believe that red barn with the silo must be over beyond Parkville.”
“It might be so,” admitted her chum, thoughtfully. “I have never been through that section of the state. But Chapman knows every road, I guess.”
“Doesn’t your father know the roads, too?”
“But Daddy and Momsy have gone to Aunt Ann’s in New York and will not be back to-night,” Jessie explained.
“Anyhow we couldn’t go hunting around in the dark after this broadcasting station, wherever it is,” Amy observed.
“Of course not,” her chum agreed, taking the harness off her head. “Come down to the telephone and I’ll see if Chapman is in the garage.”
They ran downstairs, forgetting all about the radio concert they were to have heard, and Jessie called up the garage to which a private wire was strung.
The chauffeur, who had served the Norwoods ever since they had had a car, answered Jessie’s request quickly, and appeared at the side door. Amy was just as eager as Jessie to cross-question 147 the man about a red barn with a silo. He had to ask the girls to stop and begin all over again, and––
“If you please, Miss Jessie,” he added, widely a-grin, “either let Miss Amy tell me or you tell me. I can’t seem to get it right when you both talk.”