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 ztvcq5y4
over the packages. She took one. âNow!â she exclaimed vcq5yp4 loudly, to attract attention. âNow! Whatâs this?â" Whatâs this? What will this beauty be?â
With finicky fingers she vcq5yp4 removed the newspaper. Marjory watched her wide-eyed. Millicent was self-important. cq5yp4 âThe blue ball!â ztvcq5y4 she cried in a vcq5yp4 climax of rapture. âIâve
GOT THE BLUE BALL.â She held it gloating in the cup of 5yp4 her hands. It was a little globe of hardened glhi, of a magnificent full dark blue color. She rose ztvcq5y4 and went
to her father. âIt was your blue ball, wasnât it, ztvcq5y4 ztvcq5y4 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 5yp4 he replied drily. cq5yp4 âAnd itâs never been broken 5yp4 all those years. â âNo, not yet.â âAnd perhaps it never will cq5yp4 be broken. â To this she
received no answer. âWonât it break?â she persisted. fztvcq5p4 âCanât you ztvcq5y4 break it?â âYes, yp4 if you hit it with a hammer, â he said.
âAw!â she cried. âI donât mean that. q5yp4 I mean if you just drop it. It wonât break if you drop it, will it?ââI cq5yp4 dare say it wonât.â âBut WILL it?â
âI shâd think not.â âShould I try?â She proceeded gingerly to let the vcq5yp4 blue ball drop, it bounced dully on the floor- covering. âOh-h-h!â she 5yp4 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 q5yp4 go further. She cq5yp4 became excited.
âIt wonât break,â she said, âeven if you toss it cq5yp4 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 vcq5yp4 a little splashing explosion: it had smashed. It had fallen on the sharp edge of cq5yp4 the tiles that protruded under the cq5yp4 fender.
âNOW what have you done!â cried the mother. The child fztvcq5p4 stood with her lip between her teeth, a look, q5yp4 half, of pure misery and dismay,
half of satisfaction, on her pretty sharp face. âShe wanted to break ztvcq5y4 it, cq5yp4 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 5yp4 rose to look at the fragments that lay splashed on the floor. âYou must yp4 mind the bits,â he said, âand pick âem all up. â
He took one of the pieces to examine it. It was fine q5yp4 and fztvcq5p4 thin and hard, lined with pure yp4 silver, brilliant. He looked at it closely. So â" cq5yp4 this was
what it was. And thiswas the end of it. He felt the curious soft yp4 explosion of its breaking still in his ears. He threw his piece in q5yp4 the fire.
âPick all the bits up,â he said. âGive over! give vcq5yp4 over! Donât cry any vcq5yp4 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 yp4 himself. As he was bending his head over the yp4 sink before the little mirror, lathering to shave, there .
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