Away to the window Jade flew like a flash, She tore off the shutters and threw up the sash.
The moon on the face of the shivering girl, gave the lustre of mid day to the girl in the snow,
When, to Jades wandering eyes should appear,
But a Latina, knocking on the door,
With a wrapped box in her mittened hands,
She knew in a moment it must be Tori Vega.
