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“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.

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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. ”

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