almost fell out of the window again, and stuck out her
tongue like an impudent urchin. "A pair of smarties," she scoffed.
"Come home and fret our ears with your college slang. How dare you!"

"I declare! Is that Miss Amy Drew?" demanded Burd, sticking a half
dollar in his eye like a monocle and apparently observing Amy for the
first time.

"It is not," said Amy sharply. "Brush by! I don't speak to strange
young men."

But Darry had come to Jessie and shaken hands. If she flushed
self-consciously, it only improved her looks.

"Awfully glad to see you, Jess," the tall young fellow said.

"It's nice to have you home again, Darry," she returned.

Amy ran down again then, in her usual harum-scarum fashion, and the
conversation became general. How had the girls finished their
high-school year? And how had the boys managed to stay a whole year at
Yale without being asked to leave for the good of the undergraduate
body?

Was the _Marigold_ a real yacht, or just a row-boat with a kicker
behind? And what were the girls doing in their present fetching
costumes?

"The wires!" cried Burd. "Is it a trapeze? Are we to have a summer
circus in Roselawn?"

"We shall have if you remain around here," was Amy's saucy reply. "But
yon is no trapeze, I'd have you know."

"A slack wire? Who walks it--you or Jess?"

"Aw, Burd!" ejaculated Darry. "It's radio. Don't you recognize an
aerial when you see it?"

"You have a fine ground connection," scoffed Burd.

"Don't you worry about us," Jessie took heart to say. "We know just
what to do. Go upstairs again, Amy, and haul up this end of the
contraption. I've got it untwisted."

A little later, when the aerial was secure and Jessie went practically
to work affixing the ground connection, Darrington Drew said:

"Why, I believe you girls do know what you are about."

"Don't you suppose we girls know anything at all, Darry?" demanded his
sister from overhead. "You boys have very little on us."

"Don't even want us to help you?" handsome Darry asked, grinning up at
her.

"Not unless you approach the matter with the proper spirit," Jessie
put in. "No lofty, high-and-mighty way goes with us girls. We can be
met only on a plane of equality. But if you want to," she added,
smiling, "you can go up to my room where Amy is and pull that rope
tauter. I admit that your masculine muscles have their uses."

They were still having a lot of fun out of the securing of the aerials
when sudden