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Her anxiety somewhat allayed for the moment, Mrs. Mifsud roused herself for the entertainment of her guests.,CHAPTER VIII.—BETTY VISITS THE CITY OF HER DREAMS.,The travellers passed on; he righted his wheel and began his slow, painful way home. It was still cloudy and the welcome darkness setting in early, shrouded him as he slipped down the least public streets and alleys to his own side gate. He put his wheel away, fed his chickens,—though they had gone to roost,—went to the cellar and brought meat and milk for dog and cats, and reconnoitred the way to the Fo’castle.,“Here, slow-pokes, drop yer carrots in this here bin.” He indicated an empty oat-bin.,This act opened with a hidden chorus that lasted two or three moments, the fairies on the one hand inviting the elves and gnomes to join them; the others responding. While this was in progress Billy rushed to the boys’ dressing room and talked furiously but straight to the purpose.,Mr. Wopp in the meantime had seated himself on the other side of Betty and was busy taking notes on the dance then in progress. “It was so interestin” he said, “and the poetry might come in handy.” The dance was called “Captain Jinks.”,“Why doesn’t the Gang come, mamma?” he asked, returning the kiss he knew was one ahead for his natal day.,“Now Moses,” announced his mother, “Jist for a change an’ rest like, turn this here separator.”,“No, Billy never forgets his cats,” his sister answered for him; “though the chickens might sometimes suffer but for mamma. Take your ill-bred felines out, Billy.”,“Oh Mar,” asked Moses as they passed a brilliantly colored and illuminated poster, “Is them the actor people?”,“Giving music lessons isn’t work. I’d love to do that.”,“Well, he ain’t dead; he’s alive and bully, with a wad that bulges. I’m going to take you to him.”.