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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 l41tmu0s

over the packages. She took one. “Now!” she exclaimed 1tmu06s loudly, to attract attention. “Now! What’s this?â€" What’s this? What will this beauty be?”

With finicky fingers she 1tmu06s removed the newspaper. Marjory watched her wide-eyed. Millicent was self-important. tmu06s “The blue ball!” l41tmu0s she cried in a 1tmu06s climax of rapture. “I’ve

GOT THE BLUE BALL.” She held it gloating in the cup of u06s her hands. It was a little globe of hardened glhi, of a magnificent full dark blue color. She rose l41tmu0s and went

to her father. “It was your blue ball, wasn’t it, l41tmu0s l41tmu0s father?” “Yes.” “And you had it when you were a little boy, and now I

have it when I’m a little girl.” “Ay,” u06s he replied drily. tmu06s “And it’s never been broken u06s all those years. ” “No, not yet.” “And perhaps it never will tmu06s be broken. ” To this she

received no answer. “Won’t it break?” she persisted. xl41tmu6s “Can’t you l41tmu0s break it?” “Yes, 06s if you hit it with a hammer, ” he said.

“Aw!” she cried. “I don’t mean that. mu06s I mean if you just drop it. It won’t break if you drop it, will it?”“I tmu06s dare say it won’t.” “But WILL it?”

“I sh’d think not.” “Should I try?” She proceeded gingerly to let the 1tmu06s blue ball drop, it bounced dully on the floor- covering. “Oh-h-h!” she u06s 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 mu06s go further. She tmu06s became excited.

“It won’t break,” she said, “even if you toss it tmu06s 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 1tmu06s a little splashing explosion: it had smashed. It had fallen on the sharp edge of tmu06s the tiles that protruded under the tmu06s fender.

“NOW what have you done!” cried the mother. The child xl41tmu6s stood with her lip between her teeth, a look, mu06s half, of pure misery and dismay,

half of satisfaction, on her pretty sharp face. “She wanted to break l41tmu0s it, tmu06s ” 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 u06s rose to look at the fragments that lay splashed on the floor. “You must 06s mind the bits,” he said, “and pick ’em all up. ”

He took one of the pieces to examine it. It was fine mu06s and xl41tmu6s thin and hard, lined with pure 06s silver, brilliant. He looked at it closely. So â€" tmu06s this was

what it was. And thiswas the end of it. He felt the curious soft 06s explosion of its breaking still in his ears. He threw his piece in mu06s the fire.

“Pick all the bits up,” he said. “Give over! give 1tmu06s over! Don’t cry any 1tmu06s 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 06s himself. As he was bending his head over the 06s sink before the little mirror, lathering to shave, there .


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