“Calaine lifted her chin a smidge and resisted the urge to smooth her hands over her skirt. Ma always said one’s personality made the outfit – a sour disposition made the prettiest silk look unsightly, but a pleasing smile could cause the rattiest homespun dress to look like an elegant gown. So, instead of returning the man’s glare, she offered a tiny smile. She would win him over, this crabby curmudgeon, and work for his unpleasant self until she raised enough money for Jared’s cure.”
