“I bet we could build one our own selves,” declared Bob Stanley.
“I betcha!” agreed Fred.
“Only, it will cost a lot of money,” groaned the minister’s oldest son.
“You can do it for about ten dollars—if you are ingenious,” said Jessie encouragingly.
“Gee whiz! That’s a lot of money,” said Fred.
The girl knew better than to suggest lending them or giving them the money. But she told them all the helpful things she could about setting up the radio paraphernalia and rigging the wires.
“I guess Nell would help us,” Bob remarked. “She’s pretty good, you know, for a girl.”
“I like that!” exclaimed Jessie.
Bob Stanley grinned at her impishly.
In the evening when the electric lights were ablaze the Norwood lawns were a pretty sight 112 indeed. People came in cars from miles away. It was surprising how many came, it seemed, for the purpose of listening to the radio. That feature had been well advertised, and it came at a time when the popular curiosity was afire through reading so much about radio in the newspapers.