"Goodness!" breathed Amy. "Not Belle's father?"
"It is the New Melford Ringold," said Mr. Drew. "His claim is based upon an old note that the original Padriac Haney gave some money-lender. Ringold bought the paper along with a lot of other fishy documents. You know, he has always been a note shaver."
"I know something about that," said Mr. Norwood, grimly. "Don't worry too much about it. Ringold may have a lot of money, but he won't spend too much to try to make good a bad claim. He doesn't throw a spat to catch a herring; he would only risk a sprat for whale bait," and he laughed.
However, the two girls had heard quite enough to yield food for chatter for some time to come. Jessie had kept close watch of the time by her wrist-watch. She now beckoned her chum, and they ran indoors and up the stairs to Jessie's sitting-room.
"It is almost time for the concert from Stratfordtown," Jessie said. "And Bertha telephoned me yesterday that she hoped to sing to-night."
"Lucky girl!" said Amy, sighing. "It's nice to have an uncle who bosses a broadcasting station. But, never mind, Jess, we had fun the time we were on the program. Say! the boys will be home to-morrow."
"No! Do you mean it?"
"Papa got a wireless. The Marigold now has a real radio telegraph sending and receiving set. Darry says it is great. But, of course, you and I can't get anything from them because we do not know Morse."
"Let's learn!" exclaimed Jessie, excitedly.