?" wailed
Jessie. "I hoped Daddy would get my letter and come and take charge of
the search himself."

"Your idea of taking Henrietta over there and letting her call Bertha
is a good one," declared Amy stubbornly. "Aren't you going to do
it?"

"Yes. We'll drive over early. But it is only a chance."

They could not interest Henrietta in her Cousin Bertha that evening,
save that she said she hoped Bertha would come and see her before she
had to take off the silk dress and the other articles of her gay
apparel.

She scarcely had appetite for dinner, although Momsy and Jessie tried
their very best to interest Henrietta in several dishes that were
supposed to appeal to a child's palate. Henrietta was polite and
thanked them, but was not enthusiastic.

She found a tall mirror in the drawing room and every time they missed
her, Jessie tip-toed into that long apartment to see Henrietta posing
before the glass. The child certainly did enjoy her finery.

The suggestion of bedtime only annoyed Henrietta. But finally Jessie
took her upstairs and showed her the twin beds in her own room, one of
which the visitor was to occupy, and so gradually Henrietta came to
the idea that some time she would have to remove the new clothes.

They listened in on the radio that evening until late, using the
amplifier and horn that Mr. Norwood had bought. Henrietta could not
understand how the voices could come into the room over the outside
wires.

"I'll tell Charlie Foley and Montmorency Shannon about this," she
confided to Jessie and Amy. "I guess you don't know them. But they are
smart. They can rig one of these wireless things with wires, I bet.
And then the whole of Dogtown will listen in."

"Or, say! Maybe they won't let poor folks like those in Dogtown have
radios? Will they?"

"This is for the rich and poor alike," Jessie assured her.

"Provided," added Amy, "that the poor are not too poor."

They finally got Henrietta to bed. She went to sleep with the silk
dress hanging over a chair within reach. After Amy had gone home
Jessie retired with much more worriment upon her mind than little
Henrietta had upon hers.

Everybody was astir early about the Norwood and Drew places in
Roselawn that next morning. At the former house Jessie and Henrietta
aroused everybody. At the Drew place "two old salts," as Amy sleepily
called them from her bedroom window, came rambling in from a taxi-cab
and disturbed the repose of the family.

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