e other girl. "You can understand
me, just as e-e-easy! But you know, Jess, I have to act as a brake for
your exuberance."

"Don't care," declared Jessie. "I'm going to have one."

"If cook isn't looking, bring one for me, too," suggested the
irrepressible joker.

"I mean to have a radio set," repeated Jessie quite seriously. "It
says in this magazine article that one can erect the aerials and all,
oneself. And place the instrument. I am going to do it."

"Sure you can," declared Amy, with confidence. "If you said you could
rebuild the Alps--and improve on them--I'd root for you, honey."

"I don't want any of your joking," declared Jessie, with emphasis. "I
am in earnest."

"So am I. About the Alps. Aunt Susan, who went over this year, says
the traveling there is just as rough as it was before the war. She
doesn't see that the war did any good. If I were you, Jess, and
thought of making over the Alps----"

"Now, Amy Drew! Who said anything about the Alps?"

"I did," confessed her chum. "And I was about to suggest that, if you
tackle the job of rebuilding them, you flatten 'em out a good bit so
Aunt Susan can get across them easier."

"Amy Drew! Will you ever have sense?"

"What is it, a conundrum? Something about 'Take care of the dollars
and the cents will take care of themselves?'"

"I am talking about installing a radio set in our house. And if you
don't stop funning and help me do it, I won't let you listen in, so
there!"

"I'll be good," proclaimed Amy at once. "I enjoy gossip just as much
as the next one. And if you can get it out of the air----"

"It has to be sent from a broadcasting station," announced Jessie.

"There's one right in this town," declared Amy, with vigor.

"No!"

"Yes, I tell you. She lives in the second house from the corner of
Breen Street, the yellow house with green blinds----"

"Now, Amy! Listen here! Never mind local gossips. They only broadcast
neighborhood news. But we can get concerts and weather reports and
lectures----"

Amy painfully writhed in her chair at this point. "Say not so, Jess!"
she begged. "Get lectures enough at school--and from dad, once in a
while, when the dear thinks I go too far."

"I think you go too far most of the time," declared her chum primly.
"Nobody else would have the patience with you that I have."

"Except Burd Alling," announced Amy composedly. "He thinks I am all
right."

"Pooh! Whoever said Burd Alling had good sense?" demande