oing at the Stanleys' 156
XXI. A Great To-Do 163
XXII. Silk! 170
XXIII. Darry's Big Idea 178
XXIV. A Radio Trick 187
XXV. Just in Time 193

THEY HEAR A VOICE

THE CAMPFIRE GIRLS OF ROSELAWN

CHAPTER I

THEY HEAR A VOICE

"Oh, it's wonderful, Amy! Just wonderful!"

The blonde girl in the porch swing looked up with shining eyes and
flushed face from her magazine to look at the dark girl who swung
composedly in a rocking chair, her nimble fingers busy with the
knitting of a shoulder scarf. The dark girl bobbed her head in
agreement.

"So's the Sphinx, but it's awfully out of date, Jess."

Jessie Norwood looked offended. "Did I ever bring to your attention,
Miss Drew----"

"Why don't you say 'drew' to my attention?" murmured the other girl.

"Because I perfectly loathe puns," declared Jessie, with energy.

"Good! Miss Seymour's favorite pupil. Go on about the wonder beast,
Jess."

"It is no beast, I'd have you understand. And it is right up to
date--the very newest thing."

"My dear Jessie," urged her chum, gayly, "you have tickled my
curiosity until it positively wriggles! What is the wonder?"

"Radio!"

"Oh! Wireless?"

"Wireless telephone. Everybody is having one."

"Grandma used to prescribe sulphur and molasses for that."

"Do be sensible for once, Amy Drew. You and Darry----"

"That reminds me. Darry knows all about it."

"About what?"

"The radio telephone business. You know he was eighteen months on a
destroyer in the war, even if he was only a kid. You know," and Amy
giggled, "he says that if women's ages are always elastic, it was no
crime for him to stretch his age when he enlisted. Anyhow, he knows
all about the 'listening boxes' down in the hold. And that is all this
radio is."

"Oh, but Amy!" cried Jessie, with a toss of her blond head, "that is
old stuff. The radio of to-day is very different--much improved.
Anybody can have a receiving set and hear the most wonderful things
out of the air. It has been brought to every home."

"'Have you a little radio in your home?'" chuckled Amy, her fingers
still flying.

"Dear me, Amy, you are so difficult," sighed her chum.

"Not at all, not at all," replied th