“I am talking about installing a radio set in our house. And if you don’t stop funning and help me do it, I won’t let you listen in, so there!”
“I’ll be good,” proclaimed Amy at once. “I enjoy gossip just as much as the next one. And if you can get it out of the air––”
“It has to be sent from a broadcasting station,” announced Jessie.
“There’s one right in this town,” declared Amy, with vigor.
“No!”
“Yes, I tell you. She lives in the second house from the corner of Breen Street, the yellow house with green blinds––”
“Now, Amy! Listen here! Never mind local gossips. They only broadcast neighborhood news. But we can get concerts and weather reports and lectures––”
Amy painfully writhed in her chair at this point. “Say not so, Jess!” she begged. “Get lectures enough at school—and from dad, once 5 in a while, when the dear thinks I go too far.”
“I think you go too far most of the time,” declared her chum primly. “Nobody else would have the patience with you that I have.”
“Except Burd Alling,” announced Amy composedly. “He thinks I am all right.”