As soon as the machines were parked Chester Waltham, almost ignoring his sister, had devoted his attention to Grace, doing this while Sam was busy talking over some matters with his brothers. Waltham had walked over to the seats with Grace beside him, and now he saw to it that she was placed where he could talk to her with ease. This, of course, did not particularly suit Sam, but he was helpless in the matter and so made the best of it.
The concert was a fine one and the tableaux, which were interspersed between the various musical numbers, were intensely interesting.
"Certainly well worth attending," was Tom's comment, when that portion of the festival came to an end amid a loud clapping of hands.
"And now for some refreshments," announced Dick. "Come on, let us hurry or the tables may all be filled," for some long tables decorated with lanterns had been set under the trees at one side of the grove.
"My! but it is rather chilly here," was Grace's comment, when they were moving toward the tables. "I feel positively cold."
"Didn't you bring your jacket?" questioned Sam.
"Yes, but I left it in the auto."
"I'll go and get it," he returned, and ran off to procure the garment. He found that more machines had come in, and it was some little while before he could locate their automobile and pick out the jacket.
In the meanwhile, Chester Waltham, leaving his sister with the other girls from Hope, had gone on with Grace and seated her at one of the tables, with the others of the party opposite. There was but one vacant seat left next to Grace, and this the young millionaire appropriated.
"I don't know what Sam will do when he gets here," remarked Grace, anxiously.