“They have got a two-step amplifier and a horn,” declared Jessie. “They can get dance music from two or three different stations, if they know how to tune in properly. I—I am afraid, Amy, it will be a success.”
Amy giggled. “That does not sound like you, Miss Meekness.”
“I feel positively mean about this,” Jessie owned. “I want them to fail. It seems just too bad that people should succeed when their plans are wicked.”
But when the Roselawn girls stepped ashore their faces were composed and the girls they spoke to saw no criticism in their faces. A supply of small tables and chairs had been brought over from town and the open space before the ruin of the old Carter house had been swept and smoothed. The tables and chairs were to be placed along the two sides of the open space. There were several men servants from the Ringold place working here, as well as the girls.
Belle and Sally ignored the curious visitors. They were, in fact, more interested in what the Dogtown boys were doing with the ropes and wires they had brought. Monty Shannon was in charge of the stringing of the radio antenna.
“They got plenty of wire all right,” Monty said to Jessie. “And all the fixin’s! I tell you, it’s nice to be rich. See the set they’ve got there on the platform? Ain’t it a dandy? It must have cost seventy-five dollars, or more. It’s a whole lot better than the one I’m going to have.”
“Haven’t you got your set yet, Monty?” Jessie asked.
“Going to have it. It’s shipped. Got a bill for it. But—but maybe I won’t get it for a while, after all,” he added hesitatingly.
“Come on, now, Shannon,” broke in Belle harshly. “We’re giving you half a dollar for doing that work. You’re not supposed to take all the time in the world at it.”
Monty Shannon grinned knowingly at Jessie. “Ain’t she the slave driver, though?” he said. “I need that half dollar or I’d leave ’em flat,” and he went leisurely away to the work.