well grounded, was brought
directly in from overhead and connected with the radio set.

"I hope that people will patronize the tent generously," Jessie said.
"We can give a show every hour while the crowd is here."

"What are you going to charge for admission?" Amy asked.

"Momsy says we ought to get a quarter. But ten cents----"

"Ten cents for children, grown folks a quarter," suggested Amy. "The
kids will keep coming back, but the grown folks will come only once."

"That is an idea," agreed Jessie. "But what bothers me is the fact
that there are only concerts at certain times. We ought to begin
giving the shows early in the afternoon. Of course, the radio is just
as wonderful when it brings weather reports and agricultural prices as
when Toscanini sings or Volburg plays the violin," and she laughed.
"But----"

"I've got it!" cried her chum, with sudden animation. "Give
lectures."

"What! You, Amy Drew, suggesting such a horrid thing? And who will
give the lecture?"

"Oh, this is a different sort of lecture. Tell a little story about
the radio, what has already been done with it, and what is expected of
it in the future. I believe you could do it nicely, Jess. That sort of
lecture I would stand for myself."

"I suppose somebody has got to attend to the radio and talk about it.
I had not thought of that," agreed Jessie. "I'll see what the
committee say. But me lecture? I never did think of doing that!" she
proclaimed, in no little anxiety.

CHAPTER XIII

THE BAZAAR

When she had talked it over with Momsy and Miss Seymour, however,
Jessie Norwood took up the thought of the radio lecture quite
seriously. Somebody must explain and manage the entertainment in the
radio tent, and who better than Jessie?

"It is quite wonderful how much you young people have learned about
radio--so much more than I had any idea," said the school teacher. "Of
course you can write a little prose essay, Jessie, get it by heart,
and repeat it at each session in the tent, if you feel timid about
giving an off-hand talk on the subject."

"You can do it if you only think you can, Jessie," said her mother,
smiling. "I am sure I have a very smart daughter."

"Oh, now, Momsy! If they should laugh at me----"

"Don't give them a chance to laugh, dear. Make your talk so
interesting and informative that they can't laugh."

Thus encouraged, Jessie spent all the forenoon of the Fourth shut up
in her own room making ready for t