"Gimme a knife, somebody," said the manager.
When it had been produced Daddy laid down the yarn ball and cut into it. The blade entered readily for a inch and then stopped. Daddy cut all around the ball, and removed the cover of tightly wrapped yarn. Inside was a solid ball of India rubber.
"Say! it ain't so funny now—how that ball bounced," remarked Daddy.
"Wot you think of that!" exclaimed Tom, feeling the lump on his head.
"T-t-t-t-t-t-t-ta-tr——" began Tay Tay Mohler.
"Say it! Say it!" interrupted Daddy.
"Ta-ta-ta-tr-trimmed them wa-wa-wa-wa-with their own b-b-b-b-b-ba-ba-ball," finished Tay.
OLD WELL-WELL
He bought a ticket at the 25-cent window, and edging his huge bulk through the turnstile, laboriously followed the noisy crowd toward the bleachers. I could not have been mistaken. He was Old Well-Well, famous from Boston to Baltimore as the greatest baseball fan in the East. His singular yell had pealed into the ears of five hundred thousand worshippers of the national game and would never be forgotten.