The driver stopped the car, got out and regarded the flat tire with
a frown of despair.
"Now what's the matter?" demanded Aunty Bixby, irritably adding,
with an air almost of triumph: "I always did say I hated the dratted
things."
How the chauffeur managed to get that tire changed the boys never
afterward knew. Somehow or other he accomplished it and finally the
car reached Doctor Dale's house without any further mishaps.
They found the doctor awaiting them, and in his courteous way he
welcomed the guests of the afternoon, welcoming each one in turn
and helping the radio boys to see that each one was made as
comfortable as possible.
Little Dick Winters and Rose and even the older crippled boys were
a trifle awed by the dignity of the occasion and the strangeness
of their surroundings, but beneath the boys' merry joking and the
doctor's friendly manner they soon got rid of this feeling and
prepared to enjoy themselves to the limit.
Mr. Joel Banks was intensely interested in the radio apparatus,
asking intelligent questions, to which the boys eagerly replied.
So interested were they in the mechanical end that Dr. Dale finally
informed them that if they expected to listen in at any concert that
afternoon they had better get to it without further delay.
Aunty Bixby, listening anxiously through her ear trumpet, nodded
emphatically at this suggestion.
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