“If your little acquaintance could describe her cousin so that we could give the description to the police—or broadcast it by radio,” and Mr. Norwood laughed.
Jessie suddenly hopped down from the chair arm and began a pirouette about the room, clapping her hands as she danced.
“I’ve got it! I’ve got it!” she cried. “Radio! Oh, Daddy! you are just the nicest man. You give me such fine ideas!”
“You evidently see your way clear to a settlement of this legal matter you brought to my attention,” said Mr. Norwood quite gravely.
“Nothing like that! Nothing like that!” cried Jessie. “Oh, no. But you have given me such a fine idea for winning the prize Momsy and the other ladies are offering. I’ve got it! I’ve got it!” and she danced out of the room.
Belle Ringold
The Glorious Fourth
The Bazaar