“What’s that black box?” Danny asked, when she arrived next evening.
“That’s my secret radio. I couldn’t do a thing last night. I want you to help me.”
“It’s nice of you to trust me.” He beamed. “People have said I was simple but could be trusted. Only time will tell.”
“Time doesn’t need to tell me. I know it.”
“Do you? Well, then that’s fine. How do you open this black box?”
She snapped it open. “Oh! We need an aerial!”
“There’s one on this building, much better than the one you’ve been using. There’s a connection over in the corner.”
In a few minutes the radio was ready to operate. Sally turned the switches. Nothing came out, not a sound.
“What’s up?” Danny asked.
“Those gremlins, subs, or whatever they are, are not always there.”