he may have to broadcast his sermons
pretty soon or else be without an audience."

The pet name by which she usually spoke of her father, the Reverend
Doctor Stanley, sounded all right when Nell said it. Nobody else ever
called the good clergyman by it. But Nell was something between a
daughter and a wife to the hard working Doctor Stanley. And she
certainly was a thoughtful and "mothering" sister to the little ones.

"But," Nell added, "you are too late inviting me to the eats, Amy,
honey. It can't be done. I'm promised. Mr. Brandon and his wife saw me
first, and I am to dine with them. Then they are going to take me in
their car out to the Parkville home of their daughter--Oh, say! If
your radio isn't finished, Jess, why can't you and Amy come with us?
The Brandon car is big enough. And they tell me Mrs. Brandon's
daughter has got a perfectly wonderful set at her home. They have an
amplifier, and you don't have to use phones at all. Has your radio set
got an amplifier, Jess?"

"But I haven't got it yet," cried Jess. "I only hope to have it."

"Then you and Amy come and hear a real one," said Nell.

"If the Brandons won't mind. Will they?"

"You know they are the loveliest people," said Nell briskly. "Mrs.
Brandon told me to invite some young friends. But I hadn't thought of
doing so. But I must have you and Amy. We'll be along for you girls at
about seven-forty-five, new time."

"Then we must hurry," declared Jess, as the minister's daughter ran
away.

"I'm getting interested," announced Amy. "Is this radio business like
a talking machine?"

"Only better," said her chum. "Come on. I know several of the little
books I want to get. I wrote down the names."

They dived down the four steps into the basement bookshop. It was a
fine place to browse, when one had an hour to spare. But the chums
from Roselawn were not in browsing mood on this occasion.

They knew exactly what they wanted--at least, Jessie Norwood did--and
somewhat to their surprise right near the front door of the shop was a
"radio table."

"Oh, yes, young ladies," said the clerk who came to wait upon them
only when he saw that they had made their selections, "we have quite a
call for books on that topic. It is becoming a fad, and quite
wonderful, too. I have thought some of buying a radio set myself."

"We're going to build one," declared Amy with her usual prompt
assurance.

"Are you? You two girls? Well, I don't know why you shouldn't. Lo