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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 k0xqjc6t


over the packages. She took one. “Now!” she exclaimed xqjc6bt loudly, to attract attention. “Now! What’s this?â€" What’s this? What will this beauty be?”




With finicky fingers she xqjc6bt removed the newspaper. Marjory watched her wide-eyed. Millicent was self-important. qjc6bt “The blue ball!” k0xqjc6t she cried in a xqjc6bt climax of rapture. “I’ve


GOT THE BLUE BALL.” She held it gloating in the cup of c6bt her hands. It was a little globe of hardened glhi, of a magnificent full dark blue color. She rose k0xqjc6t and went





to her father. “It was your blue ball, wasn’t it, k0xqjc6t k0xqjc6t father?” “Yes.” “And you had it when you were a little boy, and now I





have it when I’m a little girl.” “Ay,” c6bt he replied drily. qjc6bt “And it’s never been broken c6bt all those years. ” “No, not yet.” “And perhaps it never will qjc6bt be broken. ” To this she


received no answer. “Won’t it break?” she persisted. 3k0xqjcbt “Can’t you k0xqjc6t break it?” “Yes, 6bt if you hit it with a hammer, ” he said.




“Aw!” she cried. “I don’t mean that. jc6bt I mean if you just drop it. It won’t break if you drop it, will it?”“I qjc6bt dare say it won’t.” “But WILL it?”






“I sh’d think not.” “Should I try?” She proceeded gingerly to let the xqjc6bt blue ball drop, it bounced dully on the floor- covering. “Oh-h-h!” she c6bt 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 jc6bt go further. She qjc6bt became excited.


“It won’t break,” she said, “even if you toss it qjc6bt 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 xqjc6bt a little splashing explosion: it had smashed. It had fallen on the sharp edge of qjc6bt the tiles that protruded under the qjc6bt fender.



“NOW what have you done!” cried the mother. The child 3k0xqjcbt stood with her lip between her teeth, a look, jc6bt half, of pure misery and dismay,





half of satisfaction, on her pretty sharp face. “She wanted to break k0xqjc6t it, qjc6bt ” 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 c6bt rose to look at the fragments that lay splashed on the floor. “You must 6bt mind the bits,” he said, “and pick ’em all up. ”


He took one of the pieces to examine it. It was fine jc6bt and 3k0xqjcbt thin and hard, lined with pure 6bt silver, brilliant. He looked at it closely. So â€" qjc6bt this was



what it was. And thiswas the end of it. He felt the curious soft 6bt explosion of its breaking still in his ears. He threw his piece in jc6bt the fire.



“Pick all the bits up,” he said. “Give over! give xqjc6bt over! Don’t cry any xqjc6bt 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 6bt himself. As he was bending his head over the 6bt sink before the little mirror, lathering to shave, there .








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