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CHAPTER VIII.—BETTY VISITS THE CITY OF HER DREAMS.,Major Jen threw himself into a chair and frowned.,"The song it is," cried Griffin, stepping on a chair and beginning to beat time with a big paint-brush. "Now then, all together, my children. Warble!",After his writing, he went to the wharf and fished for a while. As it happened he caught nothing, but it was fun enough just to put out the rod and draw it in again.,“All right?” called Bob to Jerry, who had been carried past him by the foam-flecked water.,"Have you dined?" asked Sir William.,“I don’t give two whoops ef he does,” Betty was bubbling with suppressed mirth.,Evenings we knew,,She motions impatiently with her hand, and Geoffrey, being compelled to it by her vehemence, draws a high chair close to that part of the wall that seems to have claimed her greatest attention.,Her lips part. An expression that is half gladness, half amusement, brightens her eyes.,The morning wanes, and luncheon declares itself. When it has come to an end, Mona going slowly up the stairs to her own room is met there by one of the maids,—not her own,—who hands her a sealed note.,"Here's Judy! On time to the dot!" she cried. "Come on in, Ju; drop your plunder into my strong arm and let us introduce you to the Academy.".