Amy suddenly cocked her head to listen, although it could not be that she heard what came through the ether.
“Listen!” she cried.
“What under the sun is that?” demanded the clergyman’s daughter, in amazement.
Jessie murmured at the radio receiver:
“Don’t make so much noise, girls. I can’t hear myself think, let alone what might come over the air-waves.”
“Hear that!” shrieked Amy, jumping up. “That is no radio message, believe me! It comes from no broadcasting station. Listen, girls!”
She raised the screen at a window and leaned out. Jessie, removing the tabs from her ears, likewise gained some understanding of what was going on outside. A shrill voice was shrieking:
“Miss Jessie! Miss Jessie! I got the most wonderful thing to tell you. Oh, Miss Jessie!”
“For pity’s sake!” murmured Jessie.
“Isn’t that little Hen from Dogtown?” asked Nell Stanley.