On the farther side of Bonwit Boulevard was the home of the Drews, a rambling old house which had once been a farmhouse but had been remodeled by Mr. Drew into an up-to-date and handsome building. There dwelt Wilbur and Sarah Drew, the parents of Amy, Amy, herself, and her brother Darrington—the latter, however, only on those rare occasions when Yale “relaxed her grip on him.”
The four young people had had many good times together and since Jessie and Amy had “discovered” radio their adventures had been replete with thrills and excitement.
The two girls had astonished their friends and relatives by successfully installing a radio set in Jessie’s room.
Then one day had come a mysterious call out of the air, and how the girls went to the rescue of a girl wanted as a witness in an important law case has been told in detail in the first volume of this series, entitled “The Radio Girls of Roselawn.”
Since that time the girls had made the acquaintance of the owner of a large sending station and through him had been permitted to get “On the Program,” much to their satisfaction. Then they had gone to “Station Island,” and later had taken a trip on board the Marigold, a steam yacht willed to Darry by his uncle. The vessel took fire, and how the young folks had to fight to escape in safety is related in the volume before this, called “The Radio Girls on Station Island.”
It was of this last adventure that they were thinking and talking now as they sat in idle luxury upon Jessie Norwood’s porch.
“The poor old Marigold is almost a total loss,” Darry said, regretfully. “I have laid her up for repairs, and, judging from the amount of work there is to be done on her, it looks as if she would be in dry dock a considerable time.”
“Oh, dear! No more chance to inspect the bottom of the sea!” sighed Amy. “I think you are too mean, Darry Drew.”
“Well, say,” interrupted Burd, rising from the depths of a comfortable chair and stretching luxuriously, “loth as I am to break up this happy party, I fear I must be going.”
“He has a date and won’t let us in on it,” remarked Amy, reproachfully.