"Maybe you'd lose," suggested Guy.

"I don't play to lose," replied Simon, with an ugly leer.

The little feeling of strangeness which many of the boys and girls at
first experienced gradually wore off, and soon the party was in full
swing. All sorts of games were played, and Dick and his closest chums
saw to it that there was no lack of liveliness. A number of the fathers
and mothers of the younger children had accompanied them, and to these
older folks Dick was attentive, seeing that they had seats, and sending
the waiters to them to ask if they wouldn't have a cup of coffee or
some ices before supper was served.

"Say," observed one man to his wife, after Dick had found them chairs,
"you'd never know he was a millionaire, would you?"

"Why not?"

"Why, because he's just like other boys--he's like one of our own
folks."

"Of course he is," answered his wife. "It's only the wrong kind of
people that money makes any difference to. Dick Hamilton can't help
being nice. His money hasn't spoiled him," which view was shared by more
than one that night.

And such a supper as there was! Long years afterward some of the boys
and girls, who were quite small when they attended Dick's party, used to
tell of it as though it was a visit to fairyland. Dick fairly outdone
himself in seeing that everyone had a good time, and from the faces
around the long tables, set within the tent, it was evident that the way
to young people's hearts, or, at least, to their good spirits, is
through their stomachs.

Dick walked about, like a perfect host, seeing that everyone was served,
before sitting down himself. At his heels followed Grit, who was unhappy
when away from his master.

"Oh, what a perfect darling of a dog!" exclaimed Birdy Lee, as she
stopped over to pat Grit, which indignity he suffered in disdainful
silence.

"Isn't he sweet!" chorused several other girls.

"Well, he's no beauty, judged by young ladies' standards," said Dick,
with a gallant look at his girl friends. "But beauty in a bulldog is
more than skin deep," he added. "Grit is pure gold when it comes to
being a friend."

"What makes his two teeth stick up that way? Don't they hurt his lip?"
asked Alice.

"I never heard him complain," replied Dick. "But I'd better move along,
I guess. Grit is getting hungry, and I don't want him to begin on any of
the waiters. He doesn't take to colored men very well. One of them
started to run when Grit growled at him a w