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 r6zuvdt2
over the packages. She took one. âNow!â she exclaimed zuvdt52 loudly, to attract attention. âNow! Whatâs this?â" Whatâs this? What will this beauty be?â
With finicky fingers she zuvdt52 removed the newspaper. Marjory watched her wide-eyed. Millicent was self-important. uvdt52 âThe blue ball!â r6zuvdt2 she cried in a zuvdt52 climax of rapture. âIâve
GOT THE BLUE BALL.â She held it gloating in the cup of dt52 her hands. It was a little globe of hardened glhi, of a magnificent full dark blue color. She rose r6zuvdt2 and went
to her father. âIt was your blue ball, wasnât it, r6zuvdt2 r6zuvdt2 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 dt52 he replied drily. uvdt52 âAnd itâs never been broken dt52 all those years. â âNo, not yet.â âAnd perhaps it never will uvdt52 be broken. â To this she
received no answer. âWonât it break?â she persisted. lr6zuvd52 âCanât you r6zuvdt2 break it?â âYes, t52 if you hit it with a hammer, â he said.
âAw!â she cried. âI donât mean that. vdt52 I mean if you just drop it. It wonât break if you drop it, will it?ââI uvdt52 dare say it wonât.â âBut WILL it?â
âI shâd think not.â âShould I try?â She proceeded gingerly to let the zuvdt52 blue ball drop, it bounced dully on the floor- covering. âOh-h-h!â she dt52 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 vdt52 go further. She uvdt52 became excited.
âIt wonât break,â she said, âeven if you toss it uvdt52 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 zuvdt52 a little splashing explosion: it had smashed. It had fallen on the sharp edge of uvdt52 the tiles that protruded under the uvdt52 fender.
âNOW what have you done!â cried the mother. The child lr6zuvd52 stood with her lip between her teeth, a look, vdt52 half, of pure misery and dismay,
half of satisfaction, on her pretty sharp face. âShe wanted to break r6zuvdt2 it, uvdt52 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 dt52 rose to look at the fragments that lay splashed on the floor. âYou must t52 mind the bits,â he said, âand pick âem all up. â
He took one of the pieces to examine it. It was fine vdt52 and lr6zuvd52 thin and hard, lined with pure t52 silver, brilliant. He looked at it closely. So â" uvdt52 this was
what it was. And thiswas the end of it. He felt the curious soft t52 explosion of its breaking still in his ears. He threw his piece in vdt52 the fire.
âPick all the bits up,â he said. âGive over! give zuvdt52 over! Donât cry any zuvdt52 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 t52 himself. As he was bending his head over the t52 sink before the little mirror, lathering to shave, there .
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