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Sylvia and Joanna, walking through Sixty-third Street on an errand for their mother, came upon groups of children playing games. Italians, Jews, colored Americans, white Americans were there disporting themselves with more or less abandon, according to their peculiar temperament.
"Look," said Joanna suddenly, catching at Sylvia's hand. "See those children dancing! Wait, I've got to see that!"