History of table tennis

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“Smile, Moses, dern yer empty corn-cob face! Smile!” shouted one.,Mrs. Bennett hugged her closer and patted her cheek softly, but let the passion of tears spend itself a little before trying the comfort of words. Then she questioned of the child’s parents, her past life, and the events just preceding the catastrophe in San Francisco, that she herself might better understand how to shield and make happy the little waif that a terrible, heaving earth had cast into her home, her arms.,Job, his ardor undampened by the strangeness of this reception, made haste to follow.,She took the child in her comforting arms. “Don’t cry, little one! We shall find her, never fear.”,Moses and Betty were left to mind house, the admonishings of Mrs. Wopp being seasoned with picturesque if carelessly applied texts. The envious might hurl hisses, but Moses and Betty were invulnerable to all such assaults upon their anticipations of the day’s freedom with its already planned joys.,Jean changed the situation by proposing a toast to Billy’s new sister.,“This here thing looks like a mule with his ribs druv in an’ stan’in’ on his haunches. What d’ye call it?”,“Why, Betty?”,St. Elmo hung back, electing to stay with the hero who had rescued him from the dangers of the wood.,“But she’s a girl.”,Her absorption hypnotized the others to wondering stillness. In a moment her attitude and intensity had transported them to the mysterious East, and put upon them the spell of ancient superstitions.,“A new kind of hen,” retorted Moses..