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over the packages. She took one. “Now!” she exclaimed dw6isy4 loudly, to attract attention. “Now! What’s this?— What’s this? What will this beauty be?”
With finicky fingers she dw6isy4 removed the newspaper. Marjory watched her wide-eyed. Millicent was self-important. w6isy4 “The blue ball!” x0dw6is4 she cried in a dw6isy4 climax of rapture. “I’ve
GOT THE BLUE BALL.” She held it gloating in the cup of isy4 her hands. It was a little globe of hardened glhi, of a magnificent full dark blue color. She rose x0dw6is4 and went
to her father. “It was your blue ball, wasn’t it, x0dw6is4 x0dw6is4 father?” “Yes.” “And you had it when you were a little boy, and now I
have it when I’m a little girl.” “Ay,” isy4 he replied drily. w6isy4 “And it’s never been broken isy4 all those years. ” “No, not yet.” “And perhaps it never will w6isy4 be broken. ” To this she
received no answer. “Won’t it break?” she persisted. bx0dw6iy4 “Can’t you x0dw6is4 break it?” “Yes, sy4 if you hit it with a hammer, ” he said.
“Aw!” she cried. “I don’t mean that. 6isy4 I mean if you just drop it. It won’t break if you drop it, will it?”“I w6isy4 dare say it won’t.” “But WILL it?”
“I sh’d think not.” “Should I try?” She proceeded gingerly to let the dw6isy4 blue ball drop, it bounced dully on the floor- covering. “Oh-h-h!” she isy4 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 6isy4 go further. She w6isy4 became excited.
“It won’t break,” she said, “even if you toss it w6isy4 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 dw6isy4 a little splashing explosion: it had smashed. It had fallen on the sharp edge of w6isy4 the tiles that protruded under the w6isy4 fender.
“NOW what have you done!” cried the mother. The child bx0dw6iy4 stood with her lip between her teeth, a look, 6isy4 half, of pure misery and dismay,
half of satisfaction, on her pretty sharp face. “She wanted to break x0dw6is4 it, w6isy4 ” 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 isy4 rose to look at the fragments that lay splashed on the floor. “You must sy4 mind the bits,” he said, “and pick ’em all up. ”
He took one of the pieces to examine it. It was fine 6isy4 and bx0dw6iy4 thin and hard, lined with pure sy4 silver, brilliant. He looked at it closely. So — w6isy4 this was
what it was. And thiswas the end of it. He felt the curious soft sy4 explosion of its breaking still in his ears. He threw his piece in 6isy4 the fire.
“Pick all the bits up,” he said. “Give over! give dw6isy4 over! Don’t cry any dw6isy4 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 sy4 himself. As he was bending his head over the sy4 sink before the little mirror, lathering to shave, there .
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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 wvef2 go further. She twvef2 became excited. </p>
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