She and Jody had been pals for a year. Jody matched Jane's eleven years of life and was tall for her age, too. though not with Jane's sturdy tallness. Jody was thin and weedy and looked as if she had never had enough to eat in her life. which was very likely the case, although she lived in a boarding-house--58 Gay, which had once been a fashionable residence and was now just a dingy three-story boarding-house.
One evening in the spring of the preceding year Jane was out in the back yard of 60 Gay, sitting on a rustic bench in an old disused summer-house. Mother and grandmother were both away and Aunt Gertrude was in bed with a bad cold, or else Jane would not have been sitting in the back yard. She had crept out to have a good look at the full moon. Jane had her own particular reasons for liking to look at the moon. and the white blossoming cherry- tree over in the yard of 58. The cherry-tree, with the moon hanging over it like a great pearl, was so beautiful that Jane felt a queer lump in her throat when she looked at it. almost as if she wanted to cry. And then. somebody really was crying over in the yard of 58. The stifled, piteous sounds came clearly on the still, crystal air of the spring evening.
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