“By the way,” demanded Darry, “what’s this Mark was telling us about a program to be given out by radio telephony at the Stratfordtown station? He says you girls are running it.”
“Oh!” gasped Amy. “I wish we were.”
But Jessie saw the twinkle in Darry’s eye. “We hope to have a part in it, Darry,” she said. “But mother and the other ladies of the hospital fund committee are in charge.”
“Gee!” drawled Burd Alling. “Are you two girls really going to do something on a radio program? Then why not Darry and me? Darry could do a clog and I know I could turn handsprings.”
At this the girls joined the boys in hilarious laughter. But it was a fact that the two collegians would have been glad to enter into the radio affair to help the charitable cause if there had been anything they could do.
When they came back from a run into New Melford later in the evening Darry and Burd approached the moonlit veranda of the Norwood house in a rather despondent state. At least they appeared despondent.
“What is the matter with you two boys?” Amy demanded. “Did you smash the machine, or something?”
“It’s something,” confessed Burd. “We’ve been roped, tied, and branded. And it is all Darry’s fault.”
“Not so!” exclaimed the other youth quickly. “You fell as quick as I did.”
“What sort of trouble have you got into?” Darry’s sister asked. “Have we girls got to get you out of it?”