The boys sat spellbound listening to this miracle, to this soul
stirring music that seemed as though it must surely be coming from
some other world. Hardly breathing, they listened until the last
blended chords whispered away into space, and then looked at each
other like people just awakened from a dream.
Bob was the first to speak.
"I think we can call our set a success, fellows," he said, with
a quiet smile.
"Bob, that was simply wonderful!" cried Joe, jumping up and pacing
about the room in his excitement. "Why, we can sit here and hear
that orchestra just as well as though we were in the same hall with
it. It seems like a fairy tale."
"So it is," said Bob. "Only this is a fairy tale that came true.
I wish Jimmy had been here to listen in with us."
"He's here now, anyway," said a familiar voice, and Jimmy burst
into the room, puffing and blowing. "Does it work, fellows? Tell
me about it."
"I should say it did work!" replied Joe. "We just heard a wonderful
selection played by a big orchestra. It must be the Newark
broadcasting station, as they had promised a concert for this
afternoon."
"I missed it, then, didn't I?" said Jimmy, with a downcast face.
"Yes, but they'll play something else pretty soon," said Herb. "Plug
in with your ear phones, and maybe you'll hear something to cheer
you up.
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