“So’s that radio concert,” her chum said, with a laugh. “Oh, I hope we can get in it, Mrs. Norwood.”
“Now, don’t, my dears, talk to me about that now. And remember it is not all my ‘say-so.’ We can have only so many amateur numbers. People will open their receiving sets for the professionals like Madame Elva and for the string band that has been arranged for. Mr. Blair himself has promised to make the announcements and Doctor Stanley will address the audience from the sending station on behalf of the hospital’s need. Mr. Blair will, too, have the concert announced for a week in advance, both at two and at eight o’clock. We hope that will stir up considerable advance interest in our need.”
Amy was rather despondent when Jessie was excused from the telephone and the girls were again out of doors.
“I suggested this scheme, didn’t I?” she demanded of her chum. “I said ‘radio concert’ first. And now look! Maybe we won’t get a chance to do stunts at the sending station at all!”
“We’ll just go and ask Mr. Blair himself. He seemed rather abrupt; but I think he’s nice.”
“Or Mark. Why not ask Mark?” said Amy. “He says he wants to make it up to us for smashing the aerial.”
“If we must ask Mark, we must,” agreed Jessie. “But I’d like to find that watch of his before we ask a favor of him.”
The two friends made another thorough search of the vicinity where the aeroplane had crashed. It did not seem as though the watch with the diamond-set case could remain hidden in the soil or the grass or in the upturned sod which marked the scene of the accident.
“I’ve got a pain in my back bending over and poking around so much,” sighed Amy. “It positively is not here. Oh, dear, Jess! It is awful to think it, but I feel that Montmorency Shannon must know something about the watch.”
“I don’t want to think that,” said her friend positively.