"Oh, I guess he'll find a seat somewhere," answered Chester Waltham, coolly.
The youngest Rover was rather surprised on getting back to find every seat filled and the young millionaire sitting beside the girl who was so dear to his heart, but he made no comment. He helped Grace don the jacket, and then stood back until there was a vacant seat at a table some distance away.
"I think it was rather mean of Chester Waltham to appropriate that seat," whispered Nellie to Dora while they were being served.
"I think so myself, Nellie," was the low reply.
At last the festival came to an end, and all those in the crowd prepared to go home.
"I hope you enjoyed your refreshments," said Sam, rather coolly, as he came up to Grace's side.
"Why, yes, I enjoyed them very much," answered the girl. She looked at him rather pointedly. "Didn't you think the sandwiches and cake and other things were very nice?"
"Nice enough," he grumbled. "Come on, let us get back to the hotel, I'm as tired as a dog," and he started to walk away, leaving the others to follow him.
His words and the manner in which they were spoken rather nettled Grace, and she walked toward the automobiles in silence, with the others in front and behind her. But Chester Waltham remained at her side, and as they approached the machines he caught her by the arm.
"Say, Grace, come on and take a ride with me," he half whispered. "It's a beautiful night. Come on, you don't want to go back to the hotel yet."