cheek, rather garish. âOh!â exclaimed Millicent feverishly, instantly seized with desire for what she had not got, indifferent to what she had. Her eye ran quickly v4hzck58
over the packages. She took one. âNow!â she exclaimed hzck5m8 loudly, to attract attention. âNow! Whatâs this?â" Whatâs this? What will this beauty be?â
With finicky fingers she hzck5m8 removed the newspaper. Marjory watched her wide-eyed. Millicent was self-important. zck5m8 âThe blue ball!â v4hzck58 she cried in a hzck5m8 climax of rapture. âIâve
GOT THE BLUE BALL.â She held it gloating in the cup of k5m8 her hands. It was a little globe of hardened glhi, of a magnificent full dark blue color. She rose v4hzck58 and went
to her father. âIt was your blue ball, wasnât it, v4hzck58 v4hzck58 father?â âYes.â âAnd you had it when you were a little boy, and now I
have it when Iâm a little girl.â âAy,â k5m8 he replied drily. zck5m8 âAnd itâs never been broken k5m8 all those years. â âNo, not yet.â âAnd perhaps it never will zck5m8 be broken. â To this she
received no answer. âWonât it break?â she persisted. gv4hzckm8 âCanât you v4hzck58 break it?â âYes, 5m8 if you hit it with a hammer, â he said.
âAw!â she cried. âI donât mean that. ck5m8 I mean if you just drop it. It wonât break if you drop it, will it?ââI zck5m8 dare say it wonât.â âBut WILL it?â
âI shâd think not.â âShould I try?â She proceeded gingerly to let the hzck5m8 blue ball drop, it bounced dully on the floor- covering. âOh-h-h!â she k5m8 cried, catching it up. âI love it. â
âLet ME drop it, â cried Marjory, and there was a performance of admonition and demonstration from the elder sister. But Millicent must ck5m8 go further. She zck5m8 became excited.
âIt wonât break,â she said, âeven if you toss it zck5m8 up in the air.â She flung it up, it fell safely. But her fatherâs brow knitted slightly. She tossed it
wildly: it fell with hzck5m8 a little splashing explosion: it had smashed. It had fallen on the sharp edge of zck5m8 the tiles that protruded under the zck5m8 fender.
âNOW what have you done!â cried the mother. The child gv4hzckm8 stood with her lip between her teeth, a look, ck5m8 half, of pure misery and dismay,
half of satisfaction, on her pretty sharp face. âShe wanted to break v4hzck58 it, zck5m8 â said the father. âNo, she didnât! What do you say that for!â said the
mother. And Millicent burst into a flood of tears. He k5m8 rose to look at the fragments that lay splashed on the floor. âYou must 5m8 mind the bits,â he said, âand pick âem all up. â
He took one of the pieces to examine it. It was fine ck5m8 and gv4hzckm8 thin and hard, lined with pure 5m8 silver, brilliant. He looked at it closely. So â" zck5m8 this was
what it was. And thiswas the end of it. He felt the curious soft 5m8 explosion of its breaking still in his ears. He threw his piece in ck5m8 the fire.
âPick all the bits up,â he said. âGive over! give hzck5m8 over! Donât cry any hzck5m8 more.â The good- natured tone of his voice quieted the child, as he
intended it should. He went away into the back kitchen to wash 5m8 himself. As he was bending his head over the 5m8 sink before the little mirror, lathering to shave, there .
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