sted, too,
that patents are pending that may make outside aerials unnecessary,
anyway. Don't you mind, Momsy. If we find we want a nice, big set for
our drawing-room, we'll have it in spite of Jessie. And we'll use her
aerials, too."

The next day Brill sent up the things Jessie had purchased, but the
girls could not begin the actual stringing of the copper wires until
the morning following. Ample study of the directions for the work
printed in the books Jessie had selected made the chums confident that
they knew just what to do.

The windows of Jessie's room on the second floor of the Norwood house
were not much more than seventy-five feet from the corner of an
ornamental tower that housed the private electric plant belonging to
the place. It was a tank tower, and water and light had been furnished
to the entire premises from this tower before the city plants had
extended their service out Bonwit Boulevard and through Roselawn.

Jessie's room had been the nursery when Jessie was little. It was now
a lovely, comfortable apartment, decorated in pearl gray and pink,
with willow furniture and cushions covered with lovely cretonne, an
open fireplace in which real logs could be burned in the winter, and
pictures of the girl's own selection.

Her books were here. And all her personal possessions, including
tennis rackets, riding whip and spurs, canoe paddle, and even a bag of
golf sticks, were arranged in "Jessie's room." Out of it opened her
bedroom and bath. It was a big room, too, and if the radio was
successful they could entertain twenty guests here if they wanted to.

"But, of course, father is getting a set with phones, not with an
amplifier like that one out at Parkville," Jessie explained to her
chum. "If we want to use a horn afterward, we may. Now, Amy, do you
understand what there is to do?"

"Sure. We've got to get out our farmerette costumes. You know, those
we used in the school gardens two years ago."

"Oh, fine! I never would have thought of that," crowed Jessie.

"Leave it to your Aunt Amy. She's the wise old bird," declared Amy. "I
always did like those overalls. If I climb a ladder I don't want any
skirt to bother me. If the ladder begins to slip I want a chance to
slide down like a man. Do the 'Fireman, save my cheeld' act."

"You are as lucid as usual," confessed her chum. Then she went on to
explain: "I have found rope enough in the barn for our purpose--new
rope. We will attach the end of th