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over the packages. She took one. “Now!” she exclaimed jaof19k loudly, to attract attention. “Now! What’s this?â€" What’s this? What will this beauty be?”




With finicky fingers she jaof19k removed the newspaper. Marjory watched her wide-eyed. Millicent was self-important. aof19k “The blue ball!” uyjaof1k she cried in a jaof19k climax of rapture. “I’ve


GOT THE BLUE BALL.” She held it gloating in the cup of f19k her hands. It was a little globe of hardened glhi, of a magnificent full dark blue color. She rose uyjaof1k and went





to her father. “It was your blue ball, wasn’t it, uyjaof1k uyjaof1k father?” “Yes.” “And you had it when you were a little boy, and now I





have it when I’m a little girl.” “Ay,” f19k he replied drily. aof19k “And it’s never been broken f19k all those years. ” “No, not yet.” “And perhaps it never will aof19k be broken. ” To this she


received no answer. “Won’t it break?” she persisted. luyjaof9k “Can’t you uyjaof1k break it?” “Yes, 19k if you hit it with a hammer, ” he said.




“Aw!” she cried. “I don’t mean that. of19k I mean if you just drop it. It won’t break if you drop it, will it?”“I aof19k dare say it won’t.” “But WILL it?”






“I sh’d think not.” “Should I try?” She proceeded gingerly to let the jaof19k blue ball drop, it bounced dully on the floor- covering. “Oh-h-h!” she f19k 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 of19k go further. She aof19k became excited.


“It won’t break,” she said, “even if you toss it aof19k 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 jaof19k a little splashing explosion: it had smashed. It had fallen on the sharp edge of aof19k the tiles that protruded under the aof19k fender.



“NOW what have you done!” cried the mother. The child luyjaof9k stood with her lip between her teeth, a look, of19k half, of pure misery and dismay,





half of satisfaction, on her pretty sharp face. “She wanted to break uyjaof1k it, aof19k ” 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 f19k rose to look at the fragments that lay splashed on the floor. “You must 19k mind the bits,” he said, “and pick ’em all up. ”


He took one of the pieces to examine it. It was fine of19k and luyjaof9k thin and hard, lined with pure 19k silver, brilliant. He looked at it closely. So â€" aof19k this was



what it was. And thiswas the end of it. He felt the curious soft 19k explosion of its breaking still in his ears. He threw his piece in of19k the fire.



“Pick all the bits up,” he said. “Give over! give jaof19k over! Don’t cry any jaof19k 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 19k himself. As he was bending his head over the 19k sink before the little mirror, lathering to shave, there .








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