GR translation: she is starch

[Mike Jing]

P257.16-26  “Why did you leave,” the sad whisper ringing as if through a
telephone receiver from someplace far away, “they wanted to help you. They
wouldn’t have done anything bad. . . .” Her hair is rolled up, George
Washington style, all the way around. She gazes at 45° to Slothrop, a
patient, parkbench chessplayer’s gaze, very large, arching kindly nose and
bright eyes: she is starch, sure-boned, the toes of her leather shoes turn
up slightly, she’s wearing red-and-white striped socks on enormous feet
that give her the look of a helpful critter from one of the other worlds,
the sort of elf who’d not only make shoes while you slept but also sweep up
a little, have the pot on when you awoke, and maybe a fresh flower by the
window—

Does "starch" mean "a little stiff" here, like the starch used on the linen?
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