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over the packages. She took one. “Now!” she exclaimed gh4pmbq loudly, to attract attention. “Now! What’s this?â€" What’s this? What will this beauty be?”

With finicky fingers she gh4pmbq removed the newspaper. Marjory watched her wide-eyed. Millicent was self-important. h4pmbq “The blue ball!” algh4pmq she cried in a gh4pmbq climax of rapture. “I’ve

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“Let ME drop it, ” cried Marjory, and there was a performance of admonition and demonstration from the elder sister. But Millicent must 4pmbq go further. She h4pmbq became excited.

“It won’t break,” she said, “even if you toss it h4pmbq up in the air.” She flung it up, it fell safely. But her father’s brow knitted slightly. She tossed it

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half of satisfaction, on her pretty sharp face. “She wanted to break algh4pmq it, h4pmbq ” 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 pmbq rose to look at the fragments that lay splashed on the floor. “You must mbq mind the bits,” he said, “and pick ’em all up. ”

He took one of the pieces to examine it. It was fine 4pmbq and ealgh4pbq thin and hard, lined with pure mbq silver, brilliant. He looked at it closely. So â€" h4pmbq this was

what it was. And thiswas the end of it. He felt the curious soft mbq explosion of its breaking still in his ears. He threw his piece in 4pmbq the fire.

“Pick all the bits up,” he said. “Give over! give gh4pmbq over! Don’t cry any gh4pmbq more.” The good- natured tone of his voice quieted the child, as he

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