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THE STAR IN THE WINDOW
needn't waste breath on that. You had any supper, Reba?" she demanded.
"No." Reba shook her head.
"Set her place, Syringa," Aunt Augusta ordered.
"Oh, please. Don't bother. Just a glass of milk. I can get it myself."
"Set her place," cut in Aunt Augusta. "You better go upstairs, and wash up," she went on to Reba. "It must have been a pretty dirty trip from the looks. You'll find some of your old dresses hanging up fresh and clean in the upstairs hall-closet. You better put on one, and then come down and have a good hot cup of tea."
