How is Your Back feeling after a nights Rest.

Having trouble to view our Advertisement at all? Go ahead and click me.

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 pjk5gua9

over the packages. She took one. “Now!” she exclaimed k5guae9 loudly, to attract attention. “Now! What’s this?â€" What’s this? What will this beauty be?”

With finicky fingers she k5guae9 removed the newspaper. Marjory watched her wide-eyed. Millicent was self-important. 5guae9 “The blue ball!” pjk5gua9 she cried in a k5guae9 climax of rapture. “I’ve

GOT THE BLUE BALL.” She held it gloating in the cup of uae9 her hands. It was a little globe of hardened glhi, of a magnificent full dark blue color. She rose pjk5gua9 and went

to her father. “It was your blue ball, wasn’t it, pjk5gua9 pjk5gua9 father?” “Yes.” “And you had it when you were a little boy, and now I

have it when I’m a little girl.” “Ay,” uae9 he replied drily. 5guae9 “And it’s never been broken uae9 all those years. ” “No, not yet.” “And perhaps it never will 5guae9 be broken. ” To this she

received no answer. “Won’t it break?” she persisted. lpjk5gue9 “Can’t you pjk5gua9 break it?” “Yes, ae9 if you hit it with a hammer, ” he said.

“Aw!” she cried. “I don’t mean that. guae9 I mean if you just drop it. It won’t break if you drop it, will it?”“I 5guae9 dare say it won’t.” “But WILL it?”

“I sh’d think not.” “Should I try?” She proceeded gingerly to let the k5guae9 blue ball drop, it bounced dully on the floor- covering. “Oh-h-h!” she uae9 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 guae9 go further. She 5guae9 became excited.

“It won’t break,” she said, “even if you toss it 5guae9 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 k5guae9 a little splashing explosion: it had smashed. It had fallen on the sharp edge of 5guae9 the tiles that protruded under the 5guae9 fender.

“NOW what have you done!” cried the mother. The child lpjk5gue9 stood with her lip between her teeth, a look, guae9 half, of pure misery and dismay,

half of satisfaction, on her pretty sharp face. “She wanted to break pjk5gua9 it, 5guae9 ” 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 uae9 rose to look at the fragments that lay splashed on the floor. “You must ae9 mind the bits,” he said, “and pick ’em all up. ”

He took one of the pieces to examine it. It was fine guae9 and lpjk5gue9 thin and hard, lined with pure ae9 silver, brilliant. He looked at it closely. So â€" 5guae9 this was

what it was. And thiswas the end of it. He felt the curious soft ae9 explosion of its breaking still in his ears. He threw his piece in guae9 the fire.

“Pick all the bits up,” he said. “Give over! give k5guae9 over! Don’t cry any k5guae9 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 ae9 himself. As he was bending his head over the ae9 sink before the little mirror, lathering to shave, there .