“I believe you! It’s down, Jess. Dear me! We do have the worst luck! And see!” she added. “It’s broken the branch of that small pear tree.”
“It is that pear tree that has the bad luck,” said Jessie. “It came near to being squashed when the airplane fell. And now——”
Suddenly Jessie emitted a shriek and started to run across the side lawn toward the small tree. A branch had been broken by the falling wires, and now hung half torn from the stem of the tree.
Revealed among the torn foliage was something that likewise brought from Amy’s lips a loud cry.
“Do you see what I see?” she yelled.
“Is—is it real?” gasped Jessie, in wonder.
The two college boys came running up the hill behind them. Darry demanded:
“What’s struck now—lightning? You girls are enough to give heart disease to an old fellow like me. What’s the big idea?”
But for the moment neither Jessie nor Amy could reply.