ke
to ask me a question?'

"And one boy called out: 'Say, Mister, if the angels had wings why did
they walk up and down Jacob's ladder?'"

"Mercy!" ejaculated Mrs. Brandon. "What could he say?"

"That is it. You can't catch the Reverend," laughed Nell, proudly.
"And nothing ever confuses him or puts him out. He just said:

"'Oh, ah, yes, I see. And now, is there any little boy or any little
girl who would like to answer that question?' And he bowed and slipped
out."

The laughter over this incident brought them into Roselawn, where
Jessie and Amy got out, after thanking the kindly Brandons for the
evening's pleasure. Nell lived a little further along, and went on
with Mr. and Mrs. Brandon.

"If I can find the time," called Nell Stanley, as the car started
again, "I am coming over to see how you rig your aerials, Jessie."

"If I am allowed to," commented Jessie, with a sudden fear that
perhaps her father would find some objection to the new amusement.

But this small fear was immediately dissipated when she ran in after
bidding Amy good-night. She found her father and mother both in the
library. The package of radio books had been opened, and Mr. and Mrs.
Norwood was each reading interestedly one of the pamphlets Jessie had
chosen at the bookshop.

The three spent an hour discussing the new "plaything," as Mr. Norwood
insisted upon calling it. But he agreed to everything his daughter
wanted to do, and even promised to buy Jessie a better receiving set
than Brill, the hardware man, was carrying.

"As far as I can see, however, from what I read here," said Mr.
Norwood, "a better set will make no difference in your plans for
stringing the aerials. You and Amy can go right ahead."

"Oh, but, Robert," said Mrs. Norwood, "do you think the two girls can
do that work?"

"Why not? Of course Jessie and Amy can. If they need any help they can
ask one of the men--the chauffeur or the gardener, or somebody."

"We are going to do it all ourselves!" cried Jessie, eagerly. "This is
going to be our very owniest own radio. You'll see. We'll put the set
upstairs in my room."

"Wouldn't you rather have it downstairs--in the drawing-room, for
instance?" asked her mother.

"I know you, Momsy. You'll be showing it off to all your friends. And
pretty soon it will be the family radio instead of mine."

Mr. Norwood laughed. "I read here that the ordinary aerials will do
very well for a small instrument or a large. It is sugge