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Sleep Like A baby When You Get A New mattress

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Mon Oct 10 09:32:41 2016

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over the packages. She took one. “Now!” she exclaimed  98lgorw  loudly, to  attract  attention.   “Now! What’s this?— What’s this? What will this beauty be?” 



With finicky fingers she  98lgorw   removed  the  newspaper.   Marjory watched her wide-eyed. Millicent was self-important.  8lgorw  “The blue ball!”  6n98lgow  she cried in a  98lgorw  climax  of  rapture.   “I’ve 


GOT THE BLUE BALL.” She held it gloating in the cup of   gorw  her  hands.   It  was  a little globe of hardened glhi, of a magnificent full dark blue color.  She  rose   6n98lgow  and  went 



to her father. “It  was  your  blue  ball,     wasn’t    it,       6n98lgow   6n98lgow   father?” “Yes.” “And you had it when you were  a  little  boy,   and  now  I 




have it when I’m a little girl.” “Ay,”  gorw  he replied drily.  8lgorw  “And  it’s  never  been  broken   gorw   all    those    years.   ” “No, not yet.” “And  perhaps  it  never  will   8lgorw  be  broken. ”  To  this  she 


received no answer. “Won’t it break?” she  persisted.  u6n98lgrw    “Can’t  you  6n98lgow   break  it?” “Yes,   orw   if  you  hit  it  with  a  hammer,  ”    he    said. 




“Aw!” she cried. “I don’t mean that.  lgorw   I  mean  if you  just drop it. It won’t break if you drop it, will it?”“I  8lgorw  dare say it won’t.” “But WILL it?” 





“I sh’d think not.” “Should I try?” She proceeded gingerly  to  let  the  98lgorw   blue  ball  drop,   it bounced dully on the floor- covering. “Oh-h-h!”  she   gorw  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  lgorw   go  further.   She   8lgorw  became    excited. 


“It won’t break,” she said, “even  if  you  toss  it   8lgorw  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  98lgorw  a little splashing  explosion:  it  had smashed. It had fallen on the sharp edge of  8lgorw  the tiles that  protruded  under  the   8lgorw  fender. 


“NOW  what  have    you    done!”    cried    the    mother. The child  u6n98lgrw  stood with her lip between  her  teeth,   a  look,  lgorw  half, of pure misery and dismay, 



half  of  satisfaction,   on  her   pretty    sharp    face. “She  wanted  to  break  6n98lgow     it,  8lgorw    ”    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  gorw  rose to look at the fragments that lay  splashed  on  the floor. “You must  orw  mind the bits,” he said, “and pick ’em  all  up. ” 


He took one of the pieces to examine it.  It  was  fine  lgorw   and  u6n98lgrw  thin and hard, lined with pure  orw  silver, brilliant. He looked at it closely. So  —   8lgorw  this  was 


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


“Pick all the bits up,” he said.   “Give  over!  give   98lgorw  over! Don’t cry any  98lgorw  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  orw  himself.   As  he was bending his head over the  orw  sink before the little mirror, lathering  to  shave,   there .


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<p align="center" style="font: 13px;">mother. And Millicent burst into a flood of tears. He  a2nd  rose to look at the fragments that lay  splashed  on  the floor. “You must  2nd  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  ga2nd   and  iqw4fgand  thin and hard, lined with pure  2nd  silver, brilliant. He looked at it closely. So  —   fga2nd  this  was </p>
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what it was. And this<U>was the end of it.  He  felt  the  curious  soft   2nd  explosion </U>of  its breaking still in his ears. He threw his piece in  ga2nd  the fire. </p>
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“Pick all the bits up,” he said.   “Give  over!  give   4fga2nd  over! Don’t cry any  4fga2nd  more.” The good- natured  tone  of  his  voice  quieted  the  child,   as  he </p>
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intended it should. He went away into the back kitchen to wash  2nd  himself.   As  he was bending his head over the  2nd  sink before the little mirror, lathering  to  shave,   there .</p>

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