ould do. I think you are throwing the money away, and you
had much better put the amount you intend spending into the
church missionary box and so aid the heathens. They need it.'

"As if those poor kids in the hot tenements of New York didn't need it,
too," commented Dick. "Well, Uncle Ezra is certainly a queer man. I
suppose he'll keep his house filled with disinfectants while the waifs
are at Sunnyside, though it's many miles away."

In about a week Dick had completed arrangements with the committee in
New York, the president of which wrote to thank him for aiding in the
work they were doing. Dick was told that twenty-five youngsters, ten
boys and fifteen girls, none of whom had ever been to the country
before, would be sent to Sunnyside in charge of a matron. Dick had
forwarded money to buy the tickets, and had planned with Foster to have
a big stage meet the train on which the "fresh-air kids," as he called
them, would arrive at the nearest station to the country home.

"Well, dad," remarked Dick, the day before the waifs from New York were
to arrive, "you've seen the last of me for a week."

"Why; where are you going?"

"To Sunnyside. I want to see that the kids are started right, and I
think I'll stay about a week to see that they have a good time. I'll
take my runabout, and I can come back in a hurry if I need to. I'll
bring a batch over to see you, maybe."

"Do," said Mr. Hamilton. "I like children. Poor things! I hope the trip
to the country does them good."

Dick had read about fresh-air children who were much impressed by their
first visit to the country, but this did not prepare him for the awed
look on the faces of the twenty-five as they tumbled from the train at
the little country depot, and made for the waiting stage.

"Now, children," said the matron, as Dick came up and introduced
himself, "this is the gentleman who was so kind as to bring you out to
this beautiful place," and she shook hands with the millionaire's son.

"Is dat de rich guy?" asked one boy, but though his words might sound
disrespectful he did not intend them so.

"Hush!" exclaimed a girl in a much-patched red dress. "He'll hear you."

"What do I care! If I wuz as rich as him I wouldn't care who knowed it,"
retorted the boy.

"No more do I, old chap," replied Dick, with a laugh, as he patted the
youngster on the back. "Now, boys and girls, the stage is waiting for
you."

"Oh, Nellie!" cried a little tot with l