Then he gave up twice the price that he would have had to pay at the Dainties Shop down town for the same concoction to the young lady in the Columbine skirt and the mask.
“Young Truro had it right,” grumbled Darry. “It’s a hold-up.”
“But you know you like to be robbed for a good cause,” chuckled Amy, who chanced to hear these comments. “And remember that Doctor Stanley is going to get his share out of this.” 110
“Right-o,” agreed Burd. “The doctor is all right.”
“But we ought to pony up the money for his support like good sports,” said Darry, continuing to growl.
“You’d better ask him about that,” cried Amy. “Do you know what the dear doctor says? He is glad, he says, to know that so many people who never would by any chance come to hear him preach give something to the support of the church. They are in touch with the church and with him on an occasion like this, when by no other means could they be made to interest themselves in our church save to look at the clock face in the tower as they go past.”
“Guess he’s right there,” said Burd. “I reckon there are some men on the boulevard whose only religious act is to set their watches by the church clock as they ride by to town in their automobiles.”
However and whatever (to quote Amy again), the intentions were that brought the crowd, the Norwood place was comfortably filled. The goodies were bought, the sale of fancy goods added much to the treasury, and a bigger thing than any other source of income was the admission to the radio shows.
The children were not the most interested part of the audience in the tent. From two o’clock 111 until closing time Jessie Norwood presided at eight shows. She sometimes faced almost the same audience twice. Not only did some of the children pay their way in more than once, but grown people did the same. Curiosity regarding radio science was rife.
Doctor Stanley came more than once himself to listen. And the minister’s boys wanted to take the radio set all apart between shows to “see how it went.”