"We ought to be able to get some of that easy enough."
"Mother had a big cake of it last summer!" cried Bob. "Maybe she has
some of it left. Wait here and I'll ask her," and he dashed up the
stairs three steps at a time.
In a few minutes he returned, having obtained not only the wax but
a small sauce pan in which to melt it.
"I thought I'd bring this along, so as to have it," he said; "but
it's so near supper time that I don't think we'll have a chance to
do much more--right now, anyway. What do you say if we knock off
now and do some more work this evening after supper?"
"Gee, I never thought it was that late," said Herb. "If Jimmy had
been here, I suppose he would have been talking about supper for
the last hour or so, and we'd have known what time it was."
"Well, I'll be here for one," said Joe, "and I'll stop at Jimmy's
house on the way home and tell him to get around, too."
"I'll come too," said Herb. "And, Joe, while you're about it, tell
Jimmy to be sure and bring another chunk of chocolate, only bigger
than the one he had last night."
"I'll be sure to mention that," grinned Joe. "But I don't think
he'll do it, just the same."
Bob went upstairs with them, and Herb and Joe went away together,
after promising to come back as soon after supper as possible. After
they had gone, Bob could not resist the temptation to go down and gaze
with an approving eye on the shiny new tuner they had made, and dream
of the many wonderful sounds that would soon come drifting in through
that gleaming bit of mechanism.
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