"I know it," acknowledged the gentleman. "You see, just about every night during broadcasting hours we have either had company or I have been busy."
"But are you to be busy to-night?" inquired Bob.
"No, I fancy we're not. Mrs. Crowninshield said there was nothing on."
"Then why don't we light up the boathouse, and all of us listen to what is going on in the world," Bob suggested. "I wish, too, Jerry might come. He has not had a chance to see the outfit at all, much less hear it. If it would not annoy you and the ladies just to let him sit at the back of the room he could hear everything now that the horn is on." Bob hesitated. "He has been so kind about helping us——"
"Sure! Ask him by all means," Mr. Crowninshield assented heartily. "Or better yet, I will ask him myself. I am glad you reminded me of it. Jerry is my right-hand man and I like to give him pleasure when I can. What time will your show begin?"
"Oh, from seven o'clock on there is usually something doing, sir. But the most interesting part of the program begins at eight."
"We'll be on hand, then."
This promise won Bob imparted the tidings to Dick and Walter and the two assistants, as they dubbed themselves, hastened to prepare the new radio building for the reception of guests. Comfortable chairs and gay cushions were brought from the house and in his enthusiasm Dick even went so far as to drape a flag over the entrance of the low room.
"We might have hung out bunting if we'd known sooner they were coming," said he.
"I guess they won't care about the bunting once they are inside the place," Walter asserted in a comforting tone.