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The Campfire Girls of Roselawn

The Campfire Girls of Roselawn

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Chapter 1 THEY HEAR A VOICE

Word Count: 1974    |    Released on: 06/12/2017

erful, Amy! Ju

agazine to look at the dark girl who swung composedly in a rocking chair, her nimble finge

but it's awfully o

ded. "Did I ever bring to y

ew' to my attention?"

loathe puns," declare

orite pupil. Go on about

understand. And it is right up

"you have tickled my curiosity until it

ad

Wirel

hone. Everybody

escribe sulphur and

or once, Amy Drew

me. Darry know

ut w

ou know," and Amy giggled, "he says that if women's ages are always elastic, it was no crime for him to stretch his ag

radio of to-day is very different-much improved. Anybody can have a receiving set an

n your home?'" chuckled Amy

are so difficult,

ou can understand me, just as e-e-easy! But you know

ared Jessie. "I'm

ng one for me, too," sugges

It says in this magazine article that one can erect the aerials

e. "If you said you could rebuild the Alps-a

king," declared Jessie, with

ling there is just as rough as it was before the war. She doesn't see that th

ho said anything

at, if you tackle the job of rebuilding them, you flatten '

ill you ever

bout 'Take care of the dollars and th

ur house. And if you don't stop funning and hel

I enjoy gossip just as much as the next o

m a broadcasting stati

in this town," decl

N

nd house from the corner of Breen Stree

They only broadcast neighborhood news. But we ca

o, Jess!" she begged. "Get lectures enough at school-and fro

declared her chum primly. "Nobody else wo

ounced Amy composedly. "H

She read a long paragraph from the magazine article. "You see, it is the very

uld be attentive and appreciative if she wishe

e," she said. "Is that a

o. Don't you see i

d killed in the Civil War, and he came home and pointed out several things they ha

nd that will tell us just what to do

ng to do," scoffed Amy. "Dig

ch. But I mean to

. Never let it be said I desert

ed Jessie, staring off ac

acres of sloping sod surrounding it and a lovely little lake at the side. There was a long rose garden on either side of th

itants of the place had gotten into the habit of calling the estates bordering the boulevard by the name of

mportance, and her father and mother would agree. Being the only child, it is tr

rd. The Norwoods had some wealth, which was good. They had culture, which wa

ce been a better class farmstead. Mr. Wilbur Drew, who was likewise a lawyer, had rebuilt and added to and

when he was home from college. This was another happy family-in a way. Yet

ttle her chum had read her from the magazine article began to interest her. Bes

hey turned back to the beginning of the article and read it through toget

two days before. The long summer vacation was ahead of them. Time might hang idly on their hands.

a stock of this radio stuff. We want one or two of the books mentioned here, Jess. We are two aw

heek. "Let's go. We'll walk. Wait till I run and s

ings, and I refuse-positively-to be a dray horse. I 'have drew' more than my share fr

o this. She ran in and ran

o be brought home in two separate parcels, one blonde and one

sugared, too. Let me carry the half dollar, honey. You'll swallow it, or lose it, or som

t, really, Jessie Norwood was the more practical, and it was usually her initiative that started

rives, and with a bridle path on one side, was one of the finest highways in the state. At this hour o

to radio. She had been very much interested in the wonder of it and in the possibili

to do it, and we can buy the wire f

insect?" demanded A

re the a

interrupte

hand clutched at Jessie's arm and held her back. There was nobod

t?" murmur

!" repeated the

sepulchrally. "It is

. She knew there was a street branching off the boulevard just a littl

ked the unkno

g to run and half dragging Amy Drew with

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