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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   c7wpgesa  


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



With finicky fingers she  wpgesza   removed  the  newspaper.   Marjory watched her wide-eyed. Millicent was self-important.  pgesza  “The blue ball!”  c7wpgesa  she cried in a  wpgesza  climax  of  rapture.   “I’ve 


GOT THE BLUE BALL.” She held it gloating in the cup of   esza  her  hands.   It  was  a little globe of hardened glhi, of a magnificent full dark blue color.  She  rose   c7wpgesa  and  went 



to her father. “It  was  your  blue  ball,     wasn’t    it,       c7wpgesa   c7wpgesa   father?” “Yes.” “And you had it when you were  a  little  boy,   and  now  I 




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


received no answer. “Won’t it break?” she  persisted.  nc7wpgeza    “Can’t  you  c7wpgesa   break  it?” “Yes,   sza   if  you  hit  it  with  a  hammer,  ”    he    said. 




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





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


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


“NOW  what  have    you    done!”    cried    the    mother. The child  nc7wpgeza  stood with her lip between  her  teeth,   a  look,  gesza  half, of pure misery and dismay, 



half  of  satisfaction,   on  her   pretty    sharp    face. “She  wanted  to  break  c7wpgesa     it,  pgesza    ”    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  esza  rose to look at the fragments that lay  splashed  on  the floor. “You must  sza  mind the bits,” he said, “and pick ’em  all  up. ” 


He took one of the pieces to examine it.  It  was  fine  gesza   and  nc7wpgeza  thin and hard, lined with pure  sza  silver, brilliant. He looked at it closely. So  —   pgesza  this  was 


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


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