[92567] in Discussion of MIT-community interests
Weather Resistant Way To Illuminate Your House
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Wed Nov 23 07:52:50 2016
Date: Wed, 23 Nov 2016 07:52:53 -0500
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to her father. “It was your blue ball, wasn’t it, rg8eanid rg8eanid father?” “Yes.” “And you had it when you were a little boy, and now I
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“Aw!” she cried. “I don’t mean that. ani7d I mean if you just drop it. It won’t break if you drop it, will it?”“I eani7d dare say it won’t.” “But WILL it?”
“I sh’d think not.” “Should I try?” She proceeded gingerly to let the 8eani7d blue ball drop, it bounced dully on the floor- covering. “Oh-h-h!” she ni7d 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 ani7d go further. She eani7d became excited.
“It won’t break,” she said, “even if you toss it eani7d 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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mother. And Millicent burst into a flood of tears. He ni7d rose to look at the fragments that lay splashed on the floor. “You must i7d mind the bits,” he said, “and pick ’em all up. ”
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intended it should. He went away into the back kitchen to wash i7d himself. As he was bending his head over the i7d sink before the little mirror, lathering to shave, there .
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