“Wireless telephone. Everybody is having one.”
“Grandma used to prescribe sulphur and molasses for that.”
“Do be sensible for once, Amy Drew. You and Darry––”
“That reminds me. Darry knows all about it.”
“About what?”
“The radio telephone business. You know he was eighteen months on a destroyer in the war, even if he was only a kid. You know,” and Amy giggled, “he says that if women’s ages are always elastic, it was no crime for him to stretch his age when he enlisted. Anyhow, he knows all about the ‘listening boxes’ down in the hold. And that is all this radio is.”
“Oh, but Amy!” cried Jessie, with a toss of her blond head, “that is old stuff. The radio of to-day is very different—much improved. Anybody can have a receiving set and hear the most wonderful things out of the air. It has been brought to every home.” 3
“‘Have you a little radio in your home?’” chuckled Amy, her fingers still flying.
“Dear me, Amy, you are so difficult,” sighed her chum.
“Not at all, not at all,” replied the other girl. “You can understand me, just as e-e-easy! But you know, Jess, I have to act as a brake for your exuberance.”