I saw her standing in line fancying a magazine- penniless as she was and buying food. She had to use "the stamps", the mark of the poor. She was as pretty a thing as I'd ever seen. Her half-done hair and hand-me-down dress were as beautiful as any model's straightway from Bloomingdale's. Our eyes met, but I turned away... My eyes unworthy to behold the gaze of the impoverished princess.