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cheek, rather garish. “Oh!” exclaimed Millicent feverishly, instantly seized with desire for what she had not got, indifferent to what she had. Her eye ran quickly 6zqh9eog


over the packages. She took one. “Now!” she exclaimed qh9eoyg loudly, to attract attention. “Now! What’s this?â€" What’s this? What will this beauty be?”




With finicky fingers she qh9eoyg removed the newspaper. Marjory watched her wide-eyed. Millicent was self-important. h9eoyg “The blue ball!” 6zqh9eog she cried in a qh9eoyg climax of rapture. “I’ve


GOT THE BLUE BALL.” She held it gloating in the cup of eoyg her hands. It was a little globe of hardened glhi, of a magnificent full dark blue color. She rose 6zqh9eog and went





to her father. “It was your blue ball, wasn’t it, 6zqh9eog 6zqh9eog father?” “Yes.” “And you had it when you were a little boy, and now I





have it when I’m a little girl.” “Ay,” eoyg he replied drily. h9eoyg “And it’s never been broken eoyg all those years. ” “No, not yet.” “And perhaps it never will h9eoyg be broken. ” To this she


received no answer. “Won’t it break?” she persisted. 16zqh9eyg “Can’t you 6zqh9eog break it?” “Yes, oyg if you hit it with a hammer, ” he said.




“Aw!” she cried. “I don’t mean that. 9eoyg I mean if you just drop it. It won’t break if you drop it, will it?”“I h9eoyg dare say it won’t.” “But WILL it?”






“I sh’d think not.” “Should I try?” She proceeded gingerly to let the qh9eoyg blue ball drop, it bounced dully on the floor- covering. “Oh-h-h!” she eoyg 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 9eoyg go further. She h9eoyg became excited.


“It won’t break,” she said, “even if you toss it h9eoyg 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 qh9eoyg a little splashing explosion: it had smashed. It had fallen on the sharp edge of h9eoyg the tiles that protruded under the h9eoyg fender.



“NOW what have you done!” cried the mother. The child 16zqh9eyg stood with her lip between her teeth, a look, 9eoyg half, of pure misery and dismay,





half of satisfaction, on her pretty sharp face. “She wanted to break 6zqh9eog it, h9eoyg ” 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 eoyg rose to look at the fragments that lay splashed on the floor. “You must oyg mind the bits,” he said, “and pick ’em all up. ”


He took one of the pieces to examine it. It was fine 9eoyg and 16zqh9eyg thin and hard, lined with pure oyg silver, brilliant. He looked at it closely. So â€" h9eoyg this was



what it was. And thiswas the end of it. He felt the curious soft oyg explosion of its breaking still in his ears. He threw his piece in 9eoyg the fire.



“Pick all the bits up,” he said. “Give over! give qh9eoyg over! Don’t cry any qh9eoyg 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 oyg himself. As he was bending his head over the oyg sink before the little mirror, lathering to shave, there .