The Campfire Girls of Roselawn Part 5

"'And now, is there any little boy or any little girl who would like to ask me a question?'

"And one boy called out: 'Say, Mister, if the angels had wings why did they walk up and down Jacob's ladder?'"

"Mercy!" e.j.a.c.u.l.a.t.ed Mrs. Brandon. "What could he say?"

"That is it. You can't catch the Reverend," laughed Nell, proudly.

"And nothing ever confuses him or puts him out. He just said:

"'Oh, ah, yes, I see. And now, is there any little boy or any little girl who would like to answer that question?' And he bowed and slipped out."

The laughter over this incident brought them into Roselawn, where Jessie and Amy got out, after thanking the kindly Brandons for the evening's pleasure. Nell lived a little further along, and went on with Mr. and Mrs. Brandon.

"If I can find the time," called Nell Stanley, as the car started again, "I am coming over to see how you rig your aerials, Jessie."

"If I am allowed to," commented Jessie, with a sudden fear that perhaps her father would find some objection to the new amus.e.m.e.nt.

But this small fear was immediately dissipated when she ran in after bidding Amy good-night. She found her father and mother both in the library. The package of radio books had been opened, and Mr. and Mrs.

Norwood was each reading interestedly one of the pamphlets Jessie had chosen at the bookshop.

The three spent an hour discussing the new "plaything," as Mr. Norwood insisted upon calling it. But he agreed to everything his daughter wanted to do, and even promised to buy Jessie a better receiving set than Brill, the hardware man, was carrying.

"As far as I can see, however, from what I read here," said Mr.

Norwood, "a better set will make no difference in your plans for stringing the aerials. You and Amy can go right ahead."

"Oh, but, Robert," said Mrs. Norwood, "do you think the two girls can do that work?"

"Why not? Of course Jessie and Amy can. If they need any help they can ask one of the men--the chauffeur or the gardener, or somebody."

"We are going to do it all ourselves!" cried Jessie, eagerly. "This is going to be our very owniest own radio. You'll see. We'll put the set upstairs in my room."

"Wouldn't you rather have it downstairs--in the drawing-room, for instance?" asked her mother.

"I know you, Momsy. You'll be showing it off to all your friends. And pretty soon it will be the family radio instead of mine."

Mr. Norwood laughed. "I read here that the ordinary aerials will do very well for a small instrument or a large. It is suggested, too, that patents are pending that may make outside aerials unnecessary, anyway. Don't you mind, Momsy. If we find we want a nice, big set for our drawing-room, we'll have it in spite of Jessie. And we'll use her aerials, too."

The next day Brill sent up the things Jessie had purchased, but the girls could not begin the actual stringing of the copper wires until the morning following. Ample study of the directions for the work printed in the books Jessie had selected made the chums confident that they knew just what to do.

The windows of Jessie's room on the second floor of the Norwood house were not much more than seventy-five feet from the corner of an ornamental tower that housed the private electric plant belonging to the place. It was a tank tower, and water and light had been furnished to the entire premises from this tower before the city plants had extended their service out Bonwit Boulevard and through Roselawn.

Jessie's room had been the nursery when Jessie was little. It was now a lovely, comfortable apartment, decorated in pearl gray and pink, with willow furniture and cus.h.i.+ons covered with lovely cretonne, an open fireplace in which real logs could be burned in the winter, and pictures of the girl's own selection.

Her books were here. And all her personal possessions, including tennis rackets, riding whip and spurs, canoe paddle, and even a bag of golf sticks, were arranged in "Jessie's room." Out of it opened her bedroom and bath. It was a big room, too, and if the radio was successful they could entertain twenty guests here if they wanted to.

"But, of course, father is getting a set with phones, not with an amplifier like that one out at Parkville," Jessie explained to her chum. "If we want to use a horn afterward, we may. Now, Amy, do you understand what there is to do?"

"Sure. We've got to get out our farmerette costumes. You know, those we used in the school gardens two years ago."

"Oh, fine! I never would have thought of that," crowed Jessie.

"Leave it to your Aunt Amy. She's the wise old bird," declared Amy. "I always did like those overalls. If I climb a ladder I don't want any skirt to bother me. If the ladder begins to slip I want a chance to slide down like a man. Do the 'Fireman, save my cheeld' act."

"You are as lucid as usual," confessed her chum. Then she went on to explain: "I have found rope enough in the barn for our purpose--new rope. We will attach the end of the aerial wires with the rope to the roof of the old tower. It will enable us to make the far end of the aerials higher than my window--you see?"

"Necessary point; I observe. Go ahead, Miss Seymour."

"Please don't call me 'Miss Seymour,'" objected Jessie, frowning. "For the poor thing has a wart on her nose."

"No use at all there. Not even as a collar-b.u.t.ton," declared Amy. "All right; you are not Miss Seymour. And, come to think of it, I wonder if it was Miss Seymour I was thinking of last night when I thought that woman driving the kidnappers' car looked like somebody I knew? Do you think----?"

"Oh! That horrid woman! I don't dislike Miss Seymour, you know, Amy, even if she does teach English. I think she is almost handsome beside that motor-car driver. Yes, I do."

"Wart and all?" murmured Amy.

But they were both too deeply interested in the radio to linger long on other matters. They laid out the work for the next morning, but did nothing practical toward erecting the wires and attendant parts that day. Amy came over immediately after breakfast, dressed in her farmerette costume, which was, in truth, a very practical suit in which to work.

The girls even refused the help of the gardener. He said they would be unable to raise the heavy ladder to the tower window; and that was a fact.

"All right," said the practical Jessie, "then we won't use the ladder."

"My! I am not tall enough to reach the things up to you from the ground, Jess," drawled Amy.

"Silly!" laughed her friend. "I am going up there to the top window in the tower. I can stand on the window sill and drive in the hook, and hang the aerial from there. See! We've got it all fixed on the ground here. I'll haul it up with another rope. You stay down here and tie it on. You'll see."

"Well, don't fall," advised Amy. "The ground is hard."

It had been no easy matter for the two girls to construct their aerial. The wire persisted in getting twisted and they had all they could do to keep it from kinking. Then, too, they wanted to fasten the porcelain insulators just right and had to consult one of the books several times. Then there came more trouble over the lead-in wire, which should have been soldered to the aerial but was only twisted tight instead.

The girls worked all the forenoon. When one end of the aerial was attached properly to the tower, Amy ran in and upstairs to her chum's room and dropped a length of rope from one of the windows. Jessie came down from her perch and attached the house-end of the aerial to the rope. When Amy had the latter hauled up and fastened to a hook driven into the outside frame of Jessie's window, the antenna was complete.

At that (and it sounds easy, but isn't) they got it twisted and had to lower the house-end of the aerial again. While they were thus engaged, a taxi-cab stopped out in front. Amy, leaning from her chum's window, almost fell out in her sudden excitement.

"Oh, Jess! They've come!" she shouted.

"What do you mean?" demanded Jessie. "We were not expecting anybody, were we?"

"You weren't, but I was. I forgot to tell you," cried Amy. "They just went around Long Island and came up the East River and through h.e.l.l Gate and got a mooring at the Yacht Club, off City Island."

"Who are you talking about?" gasped her chum, wonderingly.

"Darry----"

"Darry!" e.j.a.c.u.l.a.t.ed Jessie with mixed emotions. She glanced down at her overalls. She was old enough to want to look her best when Darrington Drew was on the scene. "Darry!" she murmured again.

"Yes. And Burd Alling. They telephoned early this morning. But I forgot. Here they come, Jess!"

Jessie Norwood turned rather slowly to look. She felt a strong desire to run into the house and make a quick change of costume.