“You see, Momsy,” laughed Jessie, when she and her mother were alone one day, “if my radio set were downstairs here, I wouldn’t have much use of it. Even old Mrs. Grimsby has been in twice to talk about it, and yesterday she came upstairs to try it.”
“But she won’t have one in her house,” Mrs. Norwood said. “I don’t know—I didn’t think of it before, Jessie. But do you suppose it is safe?”
“Suppose what is safe, dear?”
“Having all those wires outside the house? Mrs. Grimsby says she would not risk it.”
“Why not, for mercy’s sake?” cried Jessie.
“Lightning. When we had a shower yesterday 55 I was really frightened. Those wires might draw lightning.”
“But, dear!” gasped Jessie. “Didn’t I show you the lightning switch?”
“Yes, child. I told Mrs. Grimsby about that. Do you know what she said?”
“Something funny, I suppose?”
“She said she wouldn’t trust a little thing like that to turn God’s lightning if He wanted to strike this house.”