“’Tis too wonderful a thing for me to understand, at all, at all,” admitted the widow. “However can they tell you out of that machine there is a thunderstorm coming?”
“Listen!” exclaimed the boy eagerly. There was a horn on the set and no need for earphones. He had tuned the market reports out. From the horn came a different voice. But the words the visitors heard had nothing to do with the report on the weather. “What’s the matter?” demanded Monty Shannon. “Listen to this, will you?”
“... she will come home at once. This is serious—a serious call for Bertha Blair.”
“Do you hear that?” almost shrieked Amy Drew. “Why, it must mean you, Bertha!”
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“How ridiculous!” Jessie cried. “That surely cannot mean you, Bertha.”
“Hush!” begged Amy. “It’s uncanny.”
Again the slow voice enunciated: “Bertha Blair will come home at once. This is serious—a serious call for Bertha Blair.”
“Criminy!” shouted Monty Shannon. “I know who that is. It’s Mr. Mark Stratford.”
“He is calling for you, Bertha,” said Jessie. “Can it be possible?”