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cheek, rather garish. “Oh!” exclaimed Millicent feverishly, instantly seized with desire for what she had not got, indifferent to what she had. Her eye ran quickly vjys03zq


over the packages. She took one. “Now!” she exclaimed ys03zdq loudly, to attract attention. “Now! What’s this?â€" What’s this? What will this beauty be?”




With finicky fingers she ys03zdq removed the newspaper. Marjory watched her wide-eyed. Millicent was self-important. s03zdq “The blue ball!” vjys03zq she cried in a ys03zdq climax of rapture. “I’ve


GOT THE BLUE BALL.” She held it gloating in the cup of 3zdq her hands. It was a little globe of hardened glhi, of a magnificent full dark blue color. She rose vjys03zq and went





to her father. “It was your blue ball, wasn’t it, vjys03zq vjys03zq father?” “Yes.” “And you had it when you were a little boy, and now I





have it when I’m a little girl.” “Ay,” 3zdq he replied drily. s03zdq “And it’s never been broken 3zdq all those years. ” “No, not yet.” “And perhaps it never will s03zdq be broken. ” To this she


received no answer. “Won’t it break?” she persisted. pvjys03dq “Can’t you vjys03zq break it?” “Yes, zdq if you hit it with a hammer, ” he said.




“Aw!” she cried. “I don’t mean that. 03zdq I mean if you just drop it. It won’t break if you drop it, will it?”“I s03zdq dare say it won’t.” “But WILL it?”






“I sh’d think not.” “Should I try?” She proceeded gingerly to let the ys03zdq blue ball drop, it bounced dully on the floor- covering. “Oh-h-h!” she 3zdq cried, catching it up. “I love it. ”





“Let ME drop it, ” cried Marjory, and there was a performance of admonition and demonstration from the elder sister. But Millicent must 03zdq go further. She s03zdq became excited.


“It won’t break,” she said, “even if you toss it s03zdq up in the air.” She flung it up, it fell safely. But her father’s brow knitted slightly. She tossed it


wildly: it fell with ys03zdq a little splashing explosion: it had smashed. It had fallen on the sharp edge of s03zdq the tiles that protruded under the s03zdq fender.



“NOW what have you done!” cried the mother. The child pvjys03dq stood with her lip between her teeth, a look, 03zdq half, of pure misery and dismay,





half of satisfaction, on her pretty sharp face. “She wanted to break vjys03zq it, s03zdq ” said the father. “No, she didn’t! What do you say that for!” said the




mother. And Millicent burst into a flood of tears. He 3zdq rose to look at the fragments that lay splashed on the floor. “You must zdq mind the bits,” he said, “and pick ’em all up. ”


He took one of the pieces to examine it. It was fine 03zdq and pvjys03dq thin and hard, lined with pure zdq silver, brilliant. He looked at it closely. So â€" s03zdq this was



what it was. And thiswas the end of it. He felt the curious soft zdq explosion of its breaking still in his ears. He threw his piece in 03zdq the fire.



“Pick all the bits up,” he said. “Give over! give ys03zdq over! Don’t cry any ys03zdq more.” The good- natured tone of his voice quieted the child, as he



intended it should. He went away into the back kitchen to wash zdq himself. As he was bending his head over the zdq sink before the little mirror, lathering to shave, there .








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