rescued from the horsewoman. As we meet
Jessie and Amy and Bertha and all their friends in another volume,
called "The Radio Girls on the Program; Or, Singing and Reciting at
the Sending Station," in all probability Jessie Norwood will do just
that.

"You girls," Darry Drew said to Jessie and Amy, "have got more radio
stuff in your heads than most fellows I know. Why, you are as good as
boys at it."

"I like that!" exclaimed his sister. "Is there anything, I'd like to
know, that girls can't beat boys at?"

"One thing," put in Burd Alling solemnly.

"What's that?"

"Killing snakes," said Burd.

"Wrong! Wrong!" cried Jessie, laughing. "You ought to see little
Henrietta attack a flock of snakes. She takes the palm."

"Think of it, a little girl like that going after snakes!" murmured
Burd. "She must have nerve!"

"She has," declared Jessie. "And she is as clever as can be, too, in
spite of her odd way of expressing herself."

"I wonder what they'll do about Bertha Blair," came from Darry.

"She certainly had an adventure," observed Burd. "Maybe the movie
people will want her--or the vaudeville managers. They often pick up
people like that, who have been in the limelight."

"I don't think Momsy will allow anything of that sort," returned
Jessie. "I'm sure she and Daddy will think up something better."

Suddenly Amy, who was resting comfortably in the porch hammock, leaped
to her feet.

"I declare! I forgot!" she cried.

"Forgot what?" came in a chorus from the others.

"Forgot that special concert to-day--that one to be given over the
radio by that noted French soprano. You know who I mean--the one with
the unpronounceable name."

"Oh, yes!" ejaculated Jessie. "Let me see--what time was it?" She
consulted her wrist watch. "I declare! it starts in five minutes."

"Then come on and tune in. I've been thinking of that concert ever
since it was advertised. Miss Gress, the music teacher, heard her sing
in Paris and she says she's wonderful. Come on. Will you boys come
along?"

"Might as well," answered Darry. "We haven't anything else to do."

"And I like a good singer," added Burd.

In another moment all were trooping up to Jessie's pretty room where
she had her receiving set. The necessary tuning in was soon
accomplished and in a minute more all were listening to a song from
one of the favorite operas, rendered as only a great singer can render
it. And here, for the time being we will say good-bye to