As for Henrietta, you would have thought she was a princess at least by the way she held her freckled little nose to the sky upon entering the humble abode of Mrs. Foley.
The girls chuckled as the machine left the squalid streets of Dogtown and entered the exclusive residential district of Roselawn.
Jessie, Amy and Darry alighted at the gates of the Norwood estate, after gaining a promise from Miss Alling that she would visit Jessie the following evening and see the wireless set “in action.”
When the car bearing Burd and “Aunt Emma” had departed, the three young people turned with common consent toward the Norwood porch.
“What were Belle Ringold and Sally Moon up to?” queried Darry, as they reached the house. “They looked mad enough to bite nails when we first caught a glimpse of them.”
“Humph, I guess we were the ones who should have looked mad,” grumbled Amy as she settled herself comfortably in one of the big chairs on the porch. “Belle Ringold has called us just about every name in the calendar, but to-day she thought up a new one.”
“She said we were passing counterfeit money,” added Jessie, a shadow crossing her face as she thought of that accusation.
“She said what?” asked Darry again, staring. And when Jessie repeated Belle’s words he threw back his head and roared with laughter.
“Well, that is rich!” he said, when he had recovered his breath.
“I don’t see anything to laugh about,” said Jessie, seriously. “We did not feel very much like laughing at the time.”