The Campfire Girls of Roselawn; Or, a Strange Message from the Air

?Oh, it?s wonderful, Amy! Just wonderful!? The blonde girl in the porch swing looked up with shining eyes and flushed face from her magazine to look at the dark girl who swung composedly in a rocking chair, her nimble fingers busy with the knitting of a shoulder scarf. The dark girl bobbed her head in agreement. ?So?s the Sphinx, but it?s awfully out of date, Jess.? Jessie Norwood looked offended. ?Did I ever bring to your attention, Miss Drew??? ?Why don?t you say ?drew? to my attention?? murmured the other girl. ?Because I perfectly loathe puns,? declared Jessie, with energy. ?Good! Miss Seymour?s favorite pupil. Go on about the wonder beast, Jess.? ?It is no beast, I?d have you understand. And it is right up to date?the very newest thing.?