“The radio program is going big,” he wrote. “It’s a grand spot, coast to coast. We are looking forward to your coming. As soon as the battle of Isle Royale is over, wire me, collect, and I’ll get off a round trip ticket for you that every hour.”
“To speak over the radio,” she thought, as she thrilled at the prospect, “a chain broadcast, coast to coast! What would that be like?” She had not the slightest idea, but hers was the right to dream. And dream she did.
Jeanne, who had risen at dawn to watch the matchless sunrise from over the dark waters of Superior, suddenly burst into the room.
“Come, my dear!” she exclaimed. “It’s slacks and hiking boots today!”
“What’s happened?” Florence asked.
“There’s to be a mountain climbing. It’s Mt. Franklin, only five hundred feet high, but you can see the fire from there.”
“It’s worth doing, if we have no more serious business,” Florence agreed.
“Oh, yes!” Jeanne exclaimed. “Your gray-haired friend is back. He says there’s good news for you.”
“Good news?” The big girl’s heart leaped. She was in her clothes and out of doors before Jeanne could catch her breath.
“Come inside and have your morning coffee,” Colonel Colby invited, after greetings had been exchanged. “Dave has gone in. I have something to say to you both.”