“I just happened to think that we haven’t set up our radio yet. I am going to hear a radio concert before I am very much older or know the reason why.”
Amy rose protestingly from the grassy couch that seemed just made for laziness.
“That child will be the death of me, yet. She is a very glutton for work.”
“Just the same,” said Nell, as she prepared to join them, “it will be mighty good to ‘listen in’ again.”
THE END