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over the packages. She took one. “Now!” she exclaimed q4hpr1s loudly, to attract attention. “Now! What’s this?— What’s this? What will this beauty be?”
With finicky fingers she q4hpr1s removed the newspaper. Marjory watched her wide-eyed. Millicent was self-important. 4hpr1s “The blue ball!” dlq4hprs she cried in a q4hpr1s climax of rapture. “I’ve
GOT THE BLUE BALL.” She held it gloating in the cup of pr1s her hands. It was a little globe of hardened glhi, of a magnificent full dark blue color. She rose dlq4hprs and went
to her father. “It was your blue ball, wasn’t it, dlq4hprs dlq4hprs father?” “Yes.” “And you had it when you were a little boy, and now I
have it when I’m a little girl.” “Ay,” pr1s he replied drily. 4hpr1s “And it’s never been broken pr1s all those years. ” “No, not yet.” “And perhaps it never will 4hpr1s be broken. ” To this she
received no answer. “Won’t it break?” she persisted. adlq4hp1s “Can’t you dlq4hprs break it?” “Yes, r1s if you hit it with a hammer, ” he said.
“Aw!” she cried. “I don’t mean that. hpr1s I mean if you just drop it. It won’t break if you drop it, will it?”“I 4hpr1s dare say it won’t.” “But WILL it?”
“I sh’d think not.” “Should I try?” She proceeded gingerly to let the q4hpr1s blue ball drop, it bounced dully on the floor- covering. “Oh-h-h!” she pr1s 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 hpr1s go further. She 4hpr1s became excited.
“It won’t break,” she said, “even if you toss it 4hpr1s 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 q4hpr1s a little splashing explosion: it had smashed. It had fallen on the sharp edge of 4hpr1s the tiles that protruded under the 4hpr1s fender.
“NOW what have you done!” cried the mother. The child adlq4hp1s stood with her lip between her teeth, a look, hpr1s half, of pure misery and dismay,
half of satisfaction, on her pretty sharp face. “She wanted to break dlq4hprs it, 4hpr1s ” 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 pr1s rose to look at the fragments that lay splashed on the floor. “You must r1s mind the bits,” he said, “and pick ’em all up. ”
He took one of the pieces to examine it. It was fine hpr1s and adlq4hp1s thin and hard, lined with pure r1s silver, brilliant. He looked at it closely. So — 4hpr1s this was
what it was. And thiswas the end of it. He felt the curious soft r1s explosion of its breaking still in his ears. He threw his piece in hpr1s the fire.
“Pick all the bits up,” he said. “Give over! give q4hpr1s over! Don’t cry any q4hpr1s 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 r1s himself. As he was bending his head over the r1s sink before the little mirror, lathering to shave, there .
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