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 7cvxk5p2
over the packages. She took one. âNow!â she exclaimed vxk5pt2 loudly, to attract attention. âNow! Whatâs this?â" Whatâs this? What will this beauty be?â
With finicky fingers she vxk5pt2 removed the newspaper. Marjory watched her wide-eyed. Millicent was self-important. xk5pt2 âThe blue ball!â 7cvxk5p2 she cried in a vxk5pt2 climax of rapture. âIâve
GOT THE BLUE BALL.â She held it gloating in the cup of 5pt2 her hands. It was a little globe of hardened glhi, of a magnificent full dark blue color. She rose 7cvxk5p2 and went
to her father. âIt was your blue ball, wasnât it, 7cvxk5p2 7cvxk5p2 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 5pt2 he replied drily. xk5pt2 âAnd itâs never been broken 5pt2 all those years. â âNo, not yet.â âAnd perhaps it never will xk5pt2 be broken. â To this she
received no answer. âWonât it break?â she persisted. q7cvxk5t2 âCanât you 7cvxk5p2 break it?â âYes, pt2 if you hit it with a hammer, â he said.
âAw!â she cried. âI donât mean that. k5pt2 I mean if you just drop it. It wonât break if you drop it, will it?ââI xk5pt2 dare say it wonât.â âBut WILL it?â
âI shâd think not.â âShould I try?â She proceeded gingerly to let the vxk5pt2 blue ball drop, it bounced dully on the floor- covering. âOh-h-h!â she 5pt2 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 k5pt2 go further. She xk5pt2 became excited.
âIt wonât break,â she said, âeven if you toss it xk5pt2 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 vxk5pt2 a little splashing explosion: it had smashed. It had fallen on the sharp edge of xk5pt2 the tiles that protruded under the xk5pt2 fender.
âNOW what have you done!â cried the mother. The child q7cvxk5t2 stood with her lip between her teeth, a look, k5pt2 half, of pure misery and dismay,
half of satisfaction, on her pretty sharp face. âShe wanted to break 7cvxk5p2 it, xk5pt2 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 5pt2 rose to look at the fragments that lay splashed on the floor. âYou must pt2 mind the bits,â he said, âand pick âem all up. â
He took one of the pieces to examine it. It was fine k5pt2 and q7cvxk5t2 thin and hard, lined with pure pt2 silver, brilliant. He looked at it closely. So â" xk5pt2 this was
what it was. And thiswas the end of it. He felt the curious soft pt2 explosion of its breaking still in his ears. He threw his piece in k5pt2 the fire.
âPick all the bits up,â he said. âGive over! give vxk5pt2 over! Donât cry any vxk5pt2 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 pt2 himself. As he was bending his head over the pt2 sink before the little mirror, lathering to shave, there .