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THE STAR IN THE WINDOW
aunts had always kept her in the dull gray atmosphere of this dull gray house, she knew it wasn't from unkindness. They had always done what they thought was for her "best good," as they expressed it. No pains had been spared in her bringing-up. "She's been hand-raised," Aunt Augusta was fond of boasting. "'Tisn't many girls who've had her advantages," she would say. "Private tutor ever since she was seven, hand-made clothes, every stitch, right down to her combinations. Tonsils out, and eyes examined I don't know how many times, and teeth straightened to the tune of fifty dollars."
