“Pooh! Whoever said Burd Alling had good sense?” demanded Jessie. “Now listen!” She read a long paragraph from the magazine article. “You see, it is the very latest thing to do. Everybody is doing it. And it is the most wonderful thing!”
Amy had listened with more seriousness. She could be attentive and appreciative if she wished. The paragraph her chum read was interesting.
“Go ahead. Read some more,” she said. “Is that all sure enough so, Jess?”
“Of course it is so. Don’t you see it is printed here?”
“You mustn’t believe everything you see in print, Jess. My grandfather was reported killed in the Civil War, and he came home and pointed out several things they had got wrong in the newspaper obituary—especially the date of his demise. Now this––”
“I am going to get a book about it, and that will tell us just what to do in getting a radio set established.” 6
“I’ll tell you the first thing to do,” scoffed Amy. “Dig down into your pocketbook.”
“It won’t cost much. But I mean to have a good one.”
“All right, dear. I am with you. Never let it be said I deserted Poll. What is the first move?”
“Now, let me see,” murmured Jessie, staring off across the sunflecked lawn.