“Well, the thing is, can we use it?” Amy demanded. “Can you link the power, or whatever you call it, up with the sending paraphernalia and get an S O S over the water?”
“Goodness, Amy! Don’t talk as though you thought we were really in danger.”
“Humph! I see the Reverend, as Nell calls him, out there with his coat off, in his shirt-sleeves, taking a turn with Burd at the pumps. They have rigged it for man power and are saving steam for the engines.”
“Let me see!” cried Jessie, peering out of the clouded window too. “You’d never think he was a minister. Isn’t he nice?”
Amy began to laugh. “Are all ministers supposed to be such terrible people?”
“No-o,” admitted Jessie, going back to the radio set. “But good as they usually are, we have the very best minister at the Roselawn Church, of any.”
“Yep. So we must plan to save him if anything happens,” giggled Amy.
“Let’s open the switch and see if we can get anything,” her chum said reflectively, picking up the head harness.
“You mean hear if we can get anything,” corrected Amy.
“Never mind splitting hairs, my dear. Is that the switch? Yes. Now!”