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over the packages. She took one. “Now!” she exclaimed ew36th0 loudly, to attract attention. “Now! What’s this?â€" What’s this? What will this beauty be?”

With finicky fingers she ew36th0 removed the newspaper. Marjory watched her wide-eyed. Millicent was self-important. w36th0 “The blue ball!” xqew36t0 she cried in a ew36th0 climax of rapture. “I’ve

GOT THE BLUE BALL.” She held it gloating in the cup of 6th0 her hands. It was a little globe of hardened glhi, of a magnificent full dark blue color. She rose xqew36t0 and went

to her father. “It was your blue ball, wasn’t it, xqew36t0 xqew36t0 father?” “Yes.” “And you had it when you were a little boy, and now I

have it when I’m a little girl.” “Ay,” 6th0 he replied drily. w36th0 “And it’s never been broken 6th0 all those years. ” “No, not yet.” “And perhaps it never will w36th0 be broken. ” To this she

received no answer. “Won’t it break?” she persisted. uxqew36h0 “Can’t you xqew36t0 break it?” “Yes, th0 if you hit it with a hammer, ” he said.

“Aw!” she cried. “I don’t mean that. 36th0 I mean if you just drop it. It won’t break if you drop it, will it?”“I w36th0 dare say it won’t.” “But WILL it?”

“I sh’d think not.” “Should I try?” She proceeded gingerly to let the ew36th0 blue ball drop, it bounced dully on the floor- covering. “Oh-h-h!” she 6th0 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 36th0 go further. She w36th0 became excited.

“It won’t break,” she said, “even if you toss it w36th0 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 ew36th0 a little splashing explosion: it had smashed. It had fallen on the sharp edge of w36th0 the tiles that protruded under the w36th0 fender.

“NOW what have you done!” cried the mother. The child uxqew36h0 stood with her lip between her teeth, a look, 36th0 half, of pure misery and dismay,

half of satisfaction, on her pretty sharp face. “She wanted to break xqew36t0 it, w36th0 ” 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 6th0 rose to look at the fragments that lay splashed on the floor. “You must th0 mind the bits,” he said, “and pick ’em all up. ”

He took one of the pieces to examine it. It was fine 36th0 and uxqew36h0 thin and hard, lined with pure th0 silver, brilliant. He looked at it closely. So â€" w36th0 this was

what it was. And thiswas the end of it. He felt the curious soft th0 explosion of its breaking still in his ears. He threw his piece in 36th0 the fire.

“Pick all the bits up,” he said. “Give over! give ew36th0 over! Don’t cry any ew36th0 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 th0 himself. As he was bending his head over the th0 sink before the little mirror, lathering to shave, there .