“What are you going to charge for admission?” Amy asked.
“Momsy says we ought to get a quarter. But ten cents––” 105
“Ten cents for children, grown folks a quarter,” suggested Amy. “The kids will keep coming back, but the grown folks will come only once.”
“That is an idea,” agreed Jessie. “But what bothers me is the fact that there are only concerts at certain times. We ought to begin giving the shows early in the afternoon. Of course, the radio is just as wonderful when it brings weather reports and agricultural prices as when Toscanini sings or Volburg plays the violin,” and she laughed. “But––”
“I’ve got it!” cried her chum, with sudden animation. “Give lectures.”
“What! You, Amy Drew, suggesting such a horrid thing? And who will give the lecture?”
“Oh, this is a different sort of lecture. Tell a little story about the radio, what has already been done with it, and what is expected of it in the future. I believe you could do it nicely, Jess. That sort of lecture I would stand for myself.”
“I suppose somebody has got to attend to the radio and talk about it. I had not thought of that,” agreed Jessie. “I’ll see what the committee say. But me lecture? I never did think of doing that!” she proclaimed, in no little anxiety.