Next day the postman brought the answers.  The children accepted with a great deal of pleasure.

Wednesday, Thursday, and Friday seemed very long days to impatient Johnnie Jones.

“I sometimes think,” he said to Mother, “that Saturday isn’t coming this week.”

But, when he awoke one morning, Saturday had come at last, and the party was to be that very day.

While Mother was helping him to dress in his party clothes, she said:  “Remember to make everyone glad that he came to your party, and to play whatever the children wish, even if they do not choose your favorite games.”

He promised to remember, and as soon as he was dressed, ran to the window to watch for his guests.  He did not have long to wait before they began to arrive.

As soon as the children had removed their hats and coats, Johnnie Jones led them to a long kindergarten table, which Mother had borrowed.  Each child sat down in a small red chair, and made a necklace of colored beads, which was soon finished and tied about his neck.

When all the children had arrived and all the necklaces were finished, the boys and girls gathered in the long hall, where Johnnie Jones’s roller coaster was ready for them.  Each child had three rides, and enjoyed them all, for the hall was unusually long, and with a good start, one could go to the end of it, almost as fast as the lightning flashes.

Of course, Johnnie Jones had his three rides after the others, because he was the host, and the children his guests.

“Now we may go to the parlor for our games,” he said as he led the children down the front stairway.

The parlor was large, so there was room enough for the children to run freely about.  They played “Drop the Handkerchief,” and “Blind-Man’s Buff,” and “Going to Jerusalem,” until they were tired and ready for a more quiet game.  Johnnie Jones let the others choose the games, and he watched that every child had a chance to play.

After the children had rested a moment, Mother invited them to march up-stairs again, for the “real” party.  Johnnie Jones’s auntie played the piano for them, and the children formed in line and marched to the room in which they had made the necklaces.

The same kindergarten table was there, and in the same place, but no one would ever have known it, for it had been covered with a white table cloth, and on it were vases of lovely pink roses, and dishes full of pink and white peppermint candy.  Exactly in the centre was a large birthday cake with five pink candles, and every one of them lighted.  At each place was a dish of ice cream in the form of a pink and white flower, though no flower ever had so sweet a taste.

At each place there was something else.  There was a tiny automobile delivery wagon, with a queer little doll chauffeur, and inside it were bundles of candy.  These were to be taken home, Mother said, and no one was to open the bundles at the party.  Of course no one did.  Besides all of these things, there were two paper bon-bons for each child, one to open at the party, and one to take home.