“It’s what they are doing. They asked my Monty to go over and help string it. He has got what he calls his ‘antenna’ strung here and he says he’ll have a machine in the house so we can hear folks talking and singing as far away as New York. Sure, I don’t understand a thing about it.”
“How will Monty pay for the machine?” asked Jessie bluntly. “They cost a good deal.”
“Nor I don’t know that, either,” replied Mrs. Shannon. “But leave it to my Monty. Guess there ain’t no brighter boy than him around Dogtown.”
It was hard to believe that this woman knew of her boy’s misappropriating such a valuable as Mark Stratford’s watch. And yet, Jessie was still troubled by doubts. Before she left she asked Monty himself when he expected to get the radio set he had previously talked of.
“’Bout a week. I sent a letter and a dollar deposit, ordering it to-day.”
“And it will cost you fifteen dollars?” the Roselawn girl went on.
“Yep,” and the boy grinned. “I’m going to have a dandy. You wait and see.”
“That is a lot of money for you to have saved, Monty,” said Jessie.
“Huh!” and the boy grinned more broadly. “Who said I saved it? I’m going to get it. Ain’t that enough?” and he ran away to join some of the other boys.
On the way back to Roselawn Jessie told Amy and the boys of the secret Henrietta had divulged about the radio concert which seemed to be the plan of the Ringolds and Moons and others of their clique, to be held on the following Wednesday.