She was in spangled skirts that stood out like a ballet dancer's, and there was a crown of stars on her hair and a star on the end of the wand she carried.

I remember it all just as plainly as if it were yesterday--though they tell me I was too little--" She broke off because the woman was gazing at her so strangely.

"You were too little," she cried, and burst into hysterical weeping.

"I can't stand it," she said wildly.

"I never had a chance, and I can't stand it." "I think we'd better go," said Gershom.