"Not much," fluted Nancy as she flounced away.
"At least she does not flatter us," grinned His Highness, quite unruffled by the girl's frankness.
"Oh, sisters never think a fellow knows anything, especially when they're older," Dick grumbled, as he unlocked the door of the low building and met the blast of close, stifling air that came out. "Scott! The place is like an oven, isn't it? Open a window, can't you?" he continued.
"Sure! There is some heat, I'll say. Just as well we dropped round if only to air the place out," Walter replied.
Together they switched on the current, regulated amplifier, detector, and tuner, and each with a head receiver tight to his ears sat down.
"Whee, but it is thick, to-day!" shouted Dick. "Run the tune up, kid, and see if we get anything."
"It is always bad a day like this," called Walter. "Besides, everybody seems to be butting in in the morning. Infernal, isn't it?"
"Let her go up to O'Connel's pitch. It can't do any harm."
"It isn't time for him to call, is it?"
"Pretty near."