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It was a fine day in early Spring. Bright sunshineflooded the street where a group of boys in Sunday clothes were playing ball.In most of the tenements the windows were up. Clean-shaven men in collarlessshirts or in underwear, women with aprons or sloppy pink wrappers leaned on thesills and gazed with aimless interest at the street, the sky, those who werepassing below. Thus they would spend most of every Sunday morning through thecoming summer and now, in the first flush of mild weather, they had alreadytaken up their posts. The street rang with the animated bickerings of the boysat their game, with the click of a girl’s shoes as she skipped rope, with themuted sounds of a dozen unseen radios.