"Mom, why are you scolding Little Nan? It's these two who are a bad influence on her!"
Phoebe Huxley couldn't bear to see her daughter get scolded, so she turned her fire on the uncle and nephew, who were trying their best to be invisible off to the side. Her glare could have bored holes through Jim Thorne in particular.
Jim Thorne trembled and quickly presented two bolts of fabric, saying appeasingly, "These are for you!"
Phoebe Huxley, who had already raised her hand to strike, froze. Her attention was captured by the two bolts of fabric, especially the brightly colored floral one. She immediately forgot her intention to hit him and snatched the floral fabric. After feeling its texture, a look of even greater delight spread across her face. 'This fabric is sturdy and beautiful. It'll make a gorgeous dress for Little Nan.'
"Where did this fabric come from?"
