“I don’t think Momsy will allow anything of that sort,” returned Jessie. “I’m sure she and Daddy will think up something better.”
Suddenly Amy, who was resting comfortably in the porch hammock, leaped to her feet.
“I declare! I forgot!” she cried.
“Forgot what?” came in a chorus from the others.
“Forgot that special concert to-day—that one to be given over the radio by that noted French soprano. You know who I mean—the one with the unpronounceable name.”
“Oh, yes!” ejaculated Jessie. “Let me see—what time was it?” She consulted her wrist watch. “I declare! it starts in five minutes.”
“Then come on and tune in. I’ve been thinking of that concert ever since it was advertised. Miss Gress, the music teacher, heard her sing in Paris and she says she’s wonderful. Come on. 202 Will you boys come along?”
“Might as well,” answered Darry. “We haven’t anything else to do.”
“And I like a good singer,” added Burd.
In another moment all were trooping up to Jessie’s pretty room where she had her receiving set. The necessary tuning in was soon accomplished and in a minute more all were listening to a song from one of the favorite operas, rendered as only a great singer can render it. And here, for the time being we will say good-bye to the Radio Girls of Roselawn.