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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 nw6r3dmu

over the packages. She took one. “Now!” she exclaimed 6r3dmju loudly, to attract attention. “Now! What’s this?â€" What’s this? What will this beauty be?”

With finicky fingers she 6r3dmju removed the newspaper. Marjory watched her wide-eyed. Millicent was self-important. r3dmju “The blue ball!” nw6r3dmu she cried in a 6r3dmju climax of rapture. “I’ve

GOT THE BLUE BALL.” She held it gloating in the cup of dmju her hands. It was a little globe of hardened glhi, of a magnificent full dark blue color. She rose nw6r3dmu and went

to her father. “It was your blue ball, wasn’t it, nw6r3dmu nw6r3dmu father?” “Yes.” “And you had it when you were a little boy, and now I

have it when I’m a little girl.” “Ay,” dmju he replied drily. r3dmju “And it’s never been broken dmju all those years. ” “No, not yet.” “And perhaps it never will r3dmju be broken. ” To this she

received no answer. “Won’t it break?” she persisted. knw6r3dju “Can’t you nw6r3dmu break it?” “Yes, mju if you hit it with a hammer, ” he said.

“Aw!” she cried. “I don’t mean that. 3dmju I mean if you just drop it. It won’t break if you drop it, will it?”“I r3dmju dare say it won’t.” “But WILL it?”

“I sh’d think not.” “Should I try?” She proceeded gingerly to let the 6r3dmju blue ball drop, it bounced dully on the floor- covering. “Oh-h-h!” she dmju 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 3dmju go further. She r3dmju became excited.

“It won’t break,” she said, “even if you toss it r3dmju 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 6r3dmju a little splashing explosion: it had smashed. It had fallen on the sharp edge of r3dmju the tiles that protruded under the r3dmju fender.

“NOW what have you done!” cried the mother. The child knw6r3dju stood with her lip between her teeth, a look, 3dmju half, of pure misery and dismay,

half of satisfaction, on her pretty sharp face. “She wanted to break nw6r3dmu it, r3dmju ” 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 dmju rose to look at the fragments that lay splashed on the floor. “You must mju mind the bits,” he said, “and pick ’em all up. ”

He took one of the pieces to examine it. It was fine 3dmju and knw6r3dju thin and hard, lined with pure mju silver, brilliant. He looked at it closely. So â€" r3dmju this was

what it was. And thiswas the end of it. He felt the curious soft mju explosion of its breaking still in his ears. He threw his piece in 3dmju the fire.

“Pick all the bits up,” he said. “Give over! give 6r3dmju over! Don’t cry any 6r3dmju 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 mju himself. As he was bending his head over the mju sink before the little mirror, lathering to shave, there .