CHAPTER XX
THE RIVAL ENTERTAINMENT
Amy Drew’s confidence was communicated, in part at least, to her chum and to the minister’s daughter. The three really did sing very well in spite of the fact that it had been some months since they had sung together in public.
But they tried the number over and over before Monday and on that day, when the three rode over to the Stratford Electric Company, they were able to please Mr. Blair and the ladies who listened in.
“I must say that I was afraid of that large chorus, Mrs. Norwood,” the superintendent said. “It takes a well-trained group of professionals to stand before the cone and broadcast successfully. Now, these three young ladies do very well—very well indeed.”
“And there is another you might try, Mr. Blair,” said Jessie, diffidently. “She was here to speak with you the other day, and I believe she has a sweet voice. She might want to help the hospital fund, too.”
“Who is that, Miss Norwood?” he asked.
“Bertha Blair.”
“What?” he exclaimed. “I never heard of her. Who are you talking about?” and he stared at Jessie wonderingly.
“Oh, yes, Mr. Blair. You have seen her,” said Jessie eagerly. “Perhaps you did not know her name. She came here to see if you could not use her in the corporation broadcasting.”
“It might be,” he said thoughtfully. “Many amateurs come to ask for a chance to sing or speak at our concerts. I certainly should remember that name,” and he smiled faintly.