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With finicky fingers she 0387uyq removed the newspaper. Marjory watched her wide-eyed. Millicent was self-important. 387uyq “The blue ball!” jr0387uq she cried in a 0387uyq climax of rapture. “I’ve
GOT THE BLUE BALL.” She held it gloating in the cup of 7uyq her hands. It was a little globe of hardened glhi, of a magnificent full dark blue color. She rose jr0387uq and went
to her father. “It was your blue ball, wasn’t it, jr0387uq jr0387uq father?” “Yes.” “And you had it when you were a little boy, and now I
have it when I’m a little girl.” “Ay,” 7uyq he replied drily. 387uyq “And it’s never been broken 7uyq all those years. ” “No, not yet.” “And perhaps it never will 387uyq be broken. ” To this she
received no answer. “Won’t it break?” she persisted. ijr0387yq “Can’t you jr0387uq break it?” “Yes, uyq if you hit it with a hammer, ” he said.
“Aw!” she cried. “I don’t mean that. 87uyq I mean if you just drop it. It won’t break if you drop it, will it?”“I 387uyq dare say it won’t.” “But WILL it?”
“I sh’d think not.” “Should I try?” She proceeded gingerly to let the 0387uyq blue ball drop, it bounced dully on the floor- covering. “Oh-h-h!” she 7uyq 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 87uyq go further. She 387uyq became excited.
“It won’t break,” she said, “even if you toss it 387uyq 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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“NOW what have you done!” cried the mother. The child ijr0387yq stood with her lip between her teeth, a look, 87uyq half, of pure misery and dismay,
half of satisfaction, on her pretty sharp face. “She wanted to break jr0387uq it, 387uyq ” 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 7uyq rose to look at the fragments that lay splashed on the floor. “You must uyq mind the bits,” he said, “and pick ’em all up. ”
He took one of the pieces to examine it. It was fine 87uyq and ijr0387yq thin and hard, lined with pure uyq silver, brilliant. He looked at it closely. So — 387uyq this was
what it was. And thiswas the end of it. He felt the curious soft uyq explosion of its breaking still in his ears. He threw his piece in 87uyq the fire.
“Pick all the bits up,” he said. “Give over! give 0387uyq over! Don’t cry any 0387uyq 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 uyq himself. As he was bending his head over the uyq sink before the little mirror, lathering to shave, there .
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“Aw!” she cried. “I don’t mean that. h4s0g I mean if <u>you just drop it. It won’t break if you drop it, will it?”</u>“I kh4s0g dare say it won’t.” “But WILL it?” </p>
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<p align="right" style="font: 11px;">“I sh’d think not.” “Should I try?” She proceeded gingerly to let the lkh4s0g blue ball drop, it bounced dully on the floor- covering. “Oh-h-h!” she 4s0g cried, catching it up. “I love it. ” </p>
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<p align="left">“Let ME drop it, ” cried Marjory, and there was a performance of admonition and demonstration from the elder sister. But Millicent must h4s0g go further. She kh4s0g became excited. </p>
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<p align="center" style="font: 13px;">mother. And Millicent burst into a flood of tears. He 4s0g rose to look at the fragments that lay splashed on the floor. “You must s0g mind the bits,” he said, “and pick ’em all up. ” </p>
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He took one of the pieces to examine it. It was fine h4s0g and yfjlkh40g thin and hard, lined with pure s0g silver, brilliant. He looked at it closely. So — kh4s0g this was </p>
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what it was. And this<U>was the end of it. He felt the curious soft s0g explosion </U>of its breaking still in his ears. He threw his piece in h4s0g the fire. </p>
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intended it should. He went away into the back kitchen to wash s0g himself. As he was bending his head over the s0g sink before the little mirror, lathering to shave, there .</p>
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