his garage--and that her radio
set be placed in the tent and re-connected. With an amplifier the
concerts broadcasted from several stations can be heard inside the
tent, and we will charge admission to the tent. Radio is a new and
novel form of amusement and, the committee thinks, will attract a
large patronage. The coat is yours, Jessie."

"Well, isn't that the meanest thing!" ejaculated Belle Ringold.

"Did I hear you say something, Belle?" demanded Miss Seymour, in her
very sternest way.

"Well, I want to say----"

"Don't say it," advised the teacher. "The decisions upon the prize
ideas are arbitrary. The committee is responsible for its acts, and
must decide upon all such matters. The affair is closed," and she went
back into the committee room and closed the door.

"Well, isn't she the mean thing!" exclaimed one of those girls who
liked to stand well with Belle Ringold.

"I am sure your idea was as good as good could be, Belle," Jessie
said. "Only I happened to have the radio set, and--and everything is
rigged right for my idea to work out."

"Oh, I can see that it was rigged right," snapped Belle. "Your mother
is on the committee, and the lawn party is going to be at your house.
Oh, yes! No favoritism shown, of course."

"Oh, cat's foot!" exclaimed Amy, linking her arm in Jessie's. "Let her
splutter, Jess. We'll go to the Dainties Shop and have a George
Washington sundae."

"I am afraid Belle is going to be very unpleasant about this thing,"
sighed Jessie, as she and her chum came out of the parish house.

"As usual," commented Amy. "Why should we care?"

"I hate to have unpleasant things happen."

"Think of the new coat," laughed Amy. "And I do think you were awfully
smart to think of using your radio in that way. Lots of people, do you
know, don't believe it can be so. They think it is make-believe."

"How can they, when wireless telegraphy has been known so long?"

"But, after all, this is something different," Amy said. "Hearing
voices right out of the air! Well, you know, Jess, I said before, I
thought it was sort of spooky."

"Ha, ha!" giggled her chum. "All the spooks you know anything about
personally are blacksnakes. Don't forget that."

"And how brave that little Hen was," sighed Amy, as they sat down to
the round glass table in the Dainties Shop. "I never saw such a
child."

"I was trying to get daddy interested in her and in her lost
cousin--if that was her cousin whom we saw car