dn't you ask Blair about it? You have no idea how many amateurs
offer their services. And some of them he uses."

"I'll say he does!" grumbled Burd. "Some of the singers and others I
have listened in on have been punk."

"Well, I'll have you know that Jessie and I wouldn't sing if we could
not sing well," Amy said, with spirit.

"Sure," agreed Burd, grinning. "Madame Elva wouldn't be a patch on you
two girls singing the 'Morning Glories' Buns' or the 'Midnight
Rolls'."

"Your taste in music is mighty poor, sure enough, Burd," commented
Darry. "Jessie sings all right. She's got a voice like a----"

"Like a bird, I know," chuckled Alling. "That is just the way I
sing--like a Burd."

"I've heard of a bird called a crow," put in Mark Stratford, smiling
on the two girl chums. Jessie thought he had a really nice smile.
"That is what your voice sounds like, Alling. You couldn't make the
Glee Club in a hundred and forty years."

"Don't say a word!" cried Burd. "I'll be a long time past singing
before the end of that term. Ah-ha! Here we are at Roselawn."

They got out at the Norwood place and the girls insisted upon Mark
coming in to afternoon tea, which Amy and Jessie poured on the porch.
The chums liked Mark Stratford and they did not believe that he was
anywhere near as "sporty" as Burd had intimated. Naturally, a fellow
who had driven a warplane and owned an airship now and often went up
in it, would consider the driving of a motor-car rather tame. As for
his college record, Jessie and Amy later discovered that Mark was a
hard student and was at or near the head of his class in most of his
studies.

"And he drives that wonderful car of his," said Amy, with approval,
"like a jockey on the track."

The girl chums did not forget the concert they expected to enjoy that
evening, but Darry and Burd left right after dinner for the moorings
of the _Marigold_ at City Island. They took Mark Stratford and some
other college friends with them for a three days' trip on the yacht.

Jessie and Amy were eager to see the _Marigold_; but their parents had
forbidden any mixed parties on the yacht until either Mr. and Mrs.
Drew, or Mr. and Mrs. Norwood could accompany the young people. That
would come later in the summer.

Amy ran over to the Norwood place before half past eight. The concert,
Mr. Blair had told them, was to begin at nine. Jessie had learned a
good deal about tuning in on the ether by this time; and there is no