d Jessie. "Now
listen!" She read a long paragraph from the magazine article. "You
see, it is the very latest thing to do. Everybody is doing it. And it
is the most wonderful thing!"

Amy had listened with more seriousness. She could be attentive and
appreciative if she wished. The paragraph her chum read was
interesting.

"Go ahead. Read some more," she said. "Is that all sure enough so,
Jess?"

"Of course it is so. Don't you see it is printed here?"

"You mustn't believe everything you see in print, Jess. My
grandfather was reported killed in the Civil War, and he came home
and pointed out several things they had got wrong in the newspaper
obituary--especially the date of his demise. Now this----"

"I am going to get a book about it, and that will tell us just what to
do in getting a radio set established."

"I'll tell you the first thing to do," scoffed Amy. "Dig down into
your pocketbook."

"It won't cost much. But I mean to have a good one."

"All right, dear. I am with you. Never let it be said I deserted Poll.
What is the first move?"

"Now, let me see," murmured Jessie, staring off across the sunflecked
lawn.

The Norwood estate was a grand place. The house, with its surrounding
porches, stood in Roselawn upon a knoll with several acres of sloping
sod surrounding it and a lovely little lake at the side. There was a
long rose garden on either side of the house, and groups of summer
roses in front. Roses, roses, roses, everywhere about the place! The
Norwoods all loved them.

But there were more roses in this section of the pretty town of New
Melford, and on that account many inhabitants of the place had gotten
into the habit of calling the estates bordering the boulevard by the
name of Roselawn. It was the Roselawn district, for every lawn was
dotted with roses, red, pink, white, and yellow.

The Norwoods were three. Jessie, we put first because to us she is of
the most importance, and her father and mother would agree. Being the
only child, it is true they made much of her. But Jessie Norwood was
too sweet to be easily spoiled.

Her father was a lawyer in New York, which was twenty miles from New
Melford. The Norwoods had some wealth, which was good. They had
culture, which was better. And they were a very loving and
companionable trio, which was best.

Across the broad, shaded boulevard was a great, rambling, old house,
with several broad chimneys. It had once been a better class
farmstead.