"The very thing!" exclaimed Dick. "That will be sport. But—where could I have it?"
"In the house, of course. Isn't it large enough?"
"That's just it. It's too big and fine. I'm afraid some of the boys wouldn't have a good time, for fear of dropping some cake or ice-cream on the carpets."
"Well, what would you suggest? You might give it in the barn."
"I was thinking of hiring a big tent and having a party out doors on the lawn. That would be unconventional and rather jolly, I think."
"Good idea," answered the millionaire. "I'll order a tent at once and see to the refreshments."
"Let me do that," begged Dick. "I know what boys and girls like to eat."
"Very well," assented his father, with a laugh. "You can do just as you please, and—er—send the bills to me."
"Not much!" exclaimed Dick, proudly. "I'm paying my own way now."
A week later a big white tent was erected on the spacious lawn at the Hamilton mansion. Dick had spent a busy seven days in making the arrangements, and every boy and girl in Hamilton Corners, whom Dick had the least acquaintance with, was invited.