“Oh!” she had exclaimed on seeing Nancy on the train that carried her to Mt. Morris and her new home. “You’re really going to be a WAVE!”
“Surest thing!” Nancy had thrown her arms about her. “And you, too!”
“That’s right,” Sally agreed. “Oh, boy!” she had whispered when they had found a seat together. “Do you take the load off my mind!”
“Why? How come?” Nancy demanded in great surprise.
“Shush, it’s a secret.” Sally’s voice dropped to a whisper. “It’s a deep secret. You know old C. K.?”
“Yes, of course. He’s given Bob—that’s my brother, you know—and me a lot of fine suggestions.”
“Well, he and I have been working on something for weeks and weeks. It’s a lot too deep for me, but it’s a radio that works with wave-lengths shorter than any that have been used yet. You know what that might mean?”
“Yes, I—I guess so. You could send messages to someone having the same sort of radio and no one else could hear them.”
“Not a soul.”
“Wonderful! Did you get it worked out?”