“Nothing like that,” cried Jessie, waving her hands. “That might be all right for a doorbell arrangement; but any such rejuvenation around a radio equipment won’t do. You’d be breaking down again—and perhaps right in the middle of something you wanted very much to hear.”
So she insisted upon running downstairs to telephone to the hardware store in Melford that carried electric appliances. Jessie Norwood had learned a good many practical things about radio telephony and its appliances. This because she had insisted upon erecting her set with only the help of Amy and some small advice from Amy’s brother and his chum, Burd Alling.
They heard from the two young collegians that evening. They were at the yacht club moorings to which Darry Drew had brought his yacht, the Marigold, again. The yacht was one that Darry’s uncle had willed him as a legacy and which he had put into commission for the first time this summer. As yet his sister and Jessie had not even seen the Marigold.
“But they will give us a chance to go aboard of her next time they sail,” Amy said, when she told Jessie that evening that the boys were on their way home. “That is something else we want to do almost as much as we want to get on a radio program.”
“Yes, indeed. I do so want to go aboard that yacht,” sighed Jessie. “Why, Amy! I am afraid I am getting covetous, I want so many new things.”
Amy chuckled. “Honey,” she said wisely, “if we didn’t want things, and want ’em bad, the world would stand still. So Father Drew says, and you know he is a very smart lawyer.”
CHAPTER X
THE GIRLS HELP OUT
Darrington Drew and Burd Alling arrived at Roselawn in the morning, and as soon as they heard of Mark’s accident they got out the Drew’s second car and drove over to Stratfordtown.
“And they never even suggested our going,” Amy said, with a pout. “Brothers are so impolite.”
“Burd isn’t your brother, dear,” said Jessie, laughing.