cheek, rather garish. âOh!â exclaimed Millicent feverishly, instantly seized with desire for what she had not got, indifferent to what she had. Her eye ran quickly vjy7l1uq
over the packages. She took one. âNow!â she exclaimed y7l1u5q loudly, to attract attention. âNow! Whatâs this?â" Whatâs this? What will this beauty be?â
With finicky fingers she y7l1u5q removed the newspaper. Marjory watched her wide-eyed. Millicent was self-important. 7l1u5q âThe blue ball!â vjy7l1uq she cried in a y7l1u5q climax of rapture. âIâve
GOT THE BLUE BALL.â She held it gloating in the cup of 1u5q her hands. It was a little globe of hardened glhi, of a magnificent full dark blue color. She rose vjy7l1uq and went
to her father. âIt was your blue ball, wasnât it, vjy7l1uq vjy7l1uq father?â âYes.â âAnd you had it when you were a little boy, and now I
have it when Iâm a little girl.â âAy,â 1u5q he replied drily. 7l1u5q âAnd itâs never been broken 1u5q all those years. â âNo, not yet.â âAnd perhaps it never will 7l1u5q be broken. â To this she
received no answer. âWonât it break?â she persisted. 6vjy7l15q âCanât you vjy7l1uq break it?â âYes, u5q if you hit it with a hammer, â he said.
âAw!â she cried. âI donât mean that. l1u5q I mean if you just drop it. It wonât break if you drop it, will it?ââI 7l1u5q dare say it wonât.â âBut WILL it?â
âI shâd think not.â âShould I try?â She proceeded gingerly to let the y7l1u5q blue ball drop, it bounced dully on the floor- covering. âOh-h-h!â she 1u5q cried, catching it up. âI love it. â
âLet ME drop it, â cried Marjory, and there was a performance of admonition and demonstration from the elder sister. But Millicent must l1u5q go further. She 7l1u5q became excited.
âIt wonât break,â she said, âeven if you toss it 7l1u5q up in the air.â She flung it up, it fell safely. But her fatherâs brow knitted slightly. She tossed it
wildly: it fell with y7l1u5q a little splashing explosion: it had smashed. It had fallen on the sharp edge of 7l1u5q the tiles that protruded under the 7l1u5q fender.
âNOW what have you done!â cried the mother. The child 6vjy7l15q stood with her lip between her teeth, a look, l1u5q half, of pure misery and dismay,
half of satisfaction, on her pretty sharp face. âShe wanted to break vjy7l1uq it, 7l1u5q â said the father. âNo, she didnât! What do you say that for!â said the
mother. And Millicent burst into a flood of tears. He 1u5q rose to look at the fragments that lay splashed on the floor. âYou must u5q mind the bits,â he said, âand pick âem all up. â
He took one of the pieces to examine it. It was fine l1u5q and 6vjy7l15q thin and hard, lined with pure u5q silver, brilliant. He looked at it closely. So â" 7l1u5q this was
what it was. And thiswas the end of it. He felt the curious soft u5q explosion of its breaking still in his ears. He threw his piece in l1u5q the fire.
âPick all the bits up,â he said. âGive over! give y7l1u5q over! Donât cry any y7l1u5q more.â The good- natured tone of his voice quieted the child, as he
intended it should. He went away into the back kitchen to wash u5q himself. As he was bending his head over the u5q sink before the little mirror, lathering to shave, there .
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