“Don’t care,” declared Jessie. “I’m going to have one.”
“If cook isn’t looking, bring one for me, too,” suggested the irrepressible joker.
“I mean to have a radio set,” repeated Jessie quite seriously. “It says in this magazine article that one can erect the aerials and all, oneself. And place the instrument. I am going to do it.”
“Sure you can,” declared Amy, with confidence. “If you said you could rebuild the Alps—and improve on them—I’d root for you, honey.”
“I don’t want any of your joking,” declared Jessie, with emphasis. “I am in earnest.”
“So am I. About the Alps. Aunt Susan, who went over this year, says the traveling there is just as rough as it was before the war. She doesn’t see that the war did any good. If I were you, Jess, and thought of making over the Alps––”
“Now, Amy Drew! Who said anything about the Alps?” 4
“I did,” confessed her chum. “And I was about to suggest that, if you tackle the job of rebuilding them, you flatten ’em out a good bit so Aunt Susan can get across them easier.”
“Amy Drew! Will you ever have sense?”
“What is it, a conundrum? Something about ‘Take care of the dollars and the cents will take care of themselves?’”