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Show -56- but it left her feeling very strange. She started across the street, and as she did, she noticed for the first time that people were staring at her. "DISGRACEFUL.'" said a woman with three ostrich feathers in her hat. "DISGUSTING.'." said a man, wearing a ruffled shirt and pointed shoes. "SHOCKING!" said a stout woman in a fur cape. Sandy looked down at her worn old jeans and faded tennis shoes and was embarrassed. She raced across the street and into the corner building to hide. The interior of this building was unlike anything she hsd ever seen. Clothes were everywhere - rich, elegant and refined. They hung neatly from the ceiling, and were draped gracefully over long, embroidered couches. They were fastened in ensembles on hooks on the walls. In the center of the room was a grand stage that rotated slowly, upon which finely dressed mannequins solemnly posed. A large sign was posted on a slender pole in one corner of the room. It read: "SELF SERVICE" Sandy walked around the big room and selected a pretty green and blue silk dress with pearl buttons going up the back. Taking the dress to a little room, she put it on. There were too many buttons to reach, so she looked for a clerk. "Excuse me, Ma'm," she said to a woman who sat behind a |