hey ever get pocket radios?"

"Pocket radios!" exclaimed Jessie.

"I mean what the man said in the magazine article we read in the first
place. Don't you remember? About carrying some kind of a condensed
receiving set in one's pocket--a receiving and a broadcasting set,
too."

"Oh! But that is a dream."

"I don't know," rejoined Amy, who had become a thorough radio convert
by this time. "It is not so far in advance, perhaps. I see one man has
invented an umbrella aerial-receiving thing--what-you-may-call-it."

"An umbrella!" gasped Jessie.

"Honest. He opens it and points the ferrule in the direction of the
broadcasting station he is tuned to. Then he connects the little
radio set, clamps on his head harness, and listens in."

"It sounds almost impossible."

"Of course, he doesn't get the sounds very loud. But he _hears_. He
can go off in his automobile and take it all with him. Or out in a
boat----Say, it would be great sport to have one in our canoe."

"You be careful how you get into it yourself and never mind the
radio," cried Jessie, as Amy displayed her usual carelessness in
embarking.

"I haven't got on a thing that water will hurt," declared the other
girl.

"That's all right. But everything you have on can get wet. Do be
still. You are like an eel!" cried Jessie.

"Don't!" rejoined Amy with a shudder. "I loathe eels. They are so
squirmy. One wound right around my arm once when I was fishing down
the lake, and I never have forgotten the slimy feel of it."

Jessie laughed. "We won't catch eels to-day. I never thought about
fishing, anyway. I want strawberries, if there are any down there."

Lake Monenset was not a wide body of water. Burd Alling had said it
was only as wide as "two hoots and a holler." Burd had spent a few
weeks in the Tennessee Mountains once, and had brought back some
rather queer expressions that the natives there use.

Lake Monenset was several miles long. The head of it was in Roselawn
at one side of the Norwood estate and almost touched the edge of
Bonwit Boulevard. It was bordered by trees for almost its entire
length on both sides, and it was shaped like a enormous, elongated
comma.

The gardener at the Norwood estate and his helper looked after the
boathouse and the canoes. The Norwood's was not the only small estate
that verged upon the lake, but like everything else about the Norwood
place, its lake front was artistically adorned.

There were rose hedges down her