“No use at all there. Not even as a collar-button,” declared Amy. “All right; you are not 36 Miss Seymour. And, come to think of it, I wonder if it was Miss Seymour I was thinking of last night when I thought that woman driving the kidnappers’ car looked like somebody I knew? Do you think––?”
“Oh! That horrid woman! I don’t dislike Miss Seymour, you know, Amy, even if she does teach English. I think she is almost handsome beside that motor-car driver. Yes, I do.”
“Wart and all?” murmured Amy.
But they were both too deeply interested in the radio to linger long on other matters. They laid out the work for the next morning, but did nothing practical toward erecting the wires and attendant parts that day. Amy came over immediately after breakfast, dressed in her farmerette costume, which was, in truth, a very practical suit in which to work.
The girls even refused the help of the gardener. He said they would be unable to raise the heavy ladder to the tower window; and that was a fact.
“All right,” said the practical Jessie, “then we won’t use the ladder.”
“My! I am not tall enough to reach the things up to you from the ground, Jess,” drawled Amy.
“Silly!” laughed her friend. “I am going up there to the top window in the tower. I can stand on the window sill and drive in the hook, and hang the aerial from there. See! We’ve got it all fixed 37 on the ground here. I’ll haul it up with another rope. You stay down here and tie it on. You’ll see.”
“Well, don’t fall,” advised Amy. “The ground is hard.”
It had been no easy matter for the two girls to construct their aerial. The wire persisted in getting twisted and they had all they could do to keep it from kinking. Then, too, they wanted to fasten the porcelain insulators just right and had to consult one of the books several times. Then there came more trouble over the lead-in wire, which should have been soldered to the aerial but was only twisted tight instead.