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over the packages. She took one. “Now!” she exclaimed bkjg3so loudly, to attract attention. “Now! What’s this?â€" What’s this? What will this beauty be?”

With finicky fingers she bkjg3so removed the newspaper. Marjory watched her wide-eyed. Millicent was self-important. kjg3so “The blue ball!” xybkjg3o she cried in a bkjg3so climax of rapture. “I’ve

GOT THE BLUE BALL.” She held it gloating in the cup of g3so her hands. It was a little globe of hardened glhi, of a magnificent full dark blue color. She rose xybkjg3o and went

to her father. “It was your blue ball, wasn’t it, xybkjg3o xybkjg3o father?” “Yes.” “And you had it when you were a little boy, and now I

have it when I’m a little girl.” “Ay,” g3so he replied drily. kjg3so “And it’s never been broken g3so all those years. ” “No, not yet.” “And perhaps it never will kjg3so be broken. ” To this she

received no answer. “Won’t it break?” she persisted. fxybkjgso “Can’t you xybkjg3o break it?” “Yes, 3so if you hit it with a hammer, ” he said.

“Aw!” she cried. “I don’t mean that. jg3so I mean if you just drop it. It won’t break if you drop it, will it?”“I kjg3so dare say it won’t.” “But WILL it?”

“I sh’d think not.” “Should I try?” She proceeded gingerly to let the bkjg3so blue ball drop, it bounced dully on the floor- covering. “Oh-h-h!” she g3so 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 jg3so go further. She kjg3so became excited.

“It won’t break,” she said, “even if you toss it kjg3so 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 bkjg3so a little splashing explosion: it had smashed. It had fallen on the sharp edge of kjg3so the tiles that protruded under the kjg3so fender.

“NOW what have you done!” cried the mother. The child fxybkjgso stood with her lip between her teeth, a look, jg3so half, of pure misery and dismay,

half of satisfaction, on her pretty sharp face. “She wanted to break xybkjg3o it, kjg3so ” 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 g3so rose to look at the fragments that lay splashed on the floor. “You must 3so mind the bits,” he said, “and pick ’em all up. ”

He took one of the pieces to examine it. It was fine jg3so and fxybkjgso thin and hard, lined with pure 3so silver, brilliant. He looked at it closely. So â€" kjg3so this was

what it was. And thiswas the end of it. He felt the curious soft 3so explosion of its breaking still in his ears. He threw his piece in jg3so the fire.

“Pick all the bits up,” he said. “Give over! give bkjg3so over! Don’t cry any bkjg3so 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 3so himself. As he was bending his head over the 3so sink before the little mirror, lathering to shave, there .