It had been long dark, though still an hour
before supper-time.
The boy stood at the window behind the
curtain.
The street under the black sky was bluish
white with snow.
Across the street, where the lot sloped to
the pavement,
boys and girls were going down on sleds.
The boys were after him because he was a
Jew.
At last his father and mother slept. He got
up and dressed.
In the hall he took out his sled and went
out on tiptoe.
No one was in the street. The slide was
worn smooth and
slippery--just right.
He laid himself down on his sled and shot
away. He went down
only twice.
He stood knee-deep in snow:
no one was in the street, the windows were
darkened;
those near the street-lamps were ashine,
but the rooms inside
were dark;
on the street were long shadows of clods of
snow.
He took his sled and went back into the
house.
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