“The radio afire?”
“The lightning struck it. Didn’t you feel and hear it? The boys must have left the switch to the receiver open, and the lightning came right in——”
“Come on!” broke in Amy, who knew the way about the parsonage as well as she did about her own house. “We saw the smoke pouring out of the window,” and she darted in and started up the front stairway.
“Why, why!” gasped the good doctor. “I can hardly believe Nell would be so careless.”
“Oh, it isn’t Nell,” Jessie said, following her chum. “It is the boys.”
“But she always knows what the boys are up to, and Sally, too,” declared the minister, confident of his capable daughter’s oversight of the family.
The girls raced up the two flights. They smelled the smoke strongly as they mounted the second stairway to the garret. Then they heard voices.
“They’ve got it right in the old lumber room, Jess!” panted Amy.
“But why don’t they give the alarm?”
“Trying to put it out themselves. We ought to have brought buckets!”