sill to the stair-railing below it and a little to one side.
His father's voice, then Lampert's voice, were sounding in the other room, as he climbed out upon the sill. He balanced himself upon the railing and jumped down upon the stair. He choked and his eyes filled with tears as he ran down the stairs, across the court and out into the street. If he could have had just one of all those things—perhaps the skates—it would not, he thought, have been so hard. He had never had anything like that but he had seen other boys have them. After a moment he blinked the tears away and began to look from side to side to see whether anything interesting was happening in the street.
