She'll break it.

It's mine--" "You undo another," said the mother, politic.
Millicent began with hasty, itching fingers to unclose another package.
"Aw--aw Mother, my peacock--aw, my peacock, my green peacock!" Lavishly she hovered over a sinuous greenish bird, with wings and tail of spun glass, pearly, and body of deep electric green.
"It's mine--my green peacock! It's mine, because Marjory's had one wing off, and mine hadn't.

My green peacock that I love! I love it!" She swung it softly from the little ring on its back.

Then she went to her mother.
"Look, Mother, isn't it a beauty ?" "Mind the ring doesn't come out," said her mother.

"Yes, it's lovely!" The girl passed on to her father.
"Look, Father, don't you love it!" "Love it ?" he re-echoed, ironical over the word love.
She stood for some moments, trying to force his attention.