Nan Thorne slid off Jim Thorne's back and skipped into the yard. Mad Gramps was already at the door. He couldn't help but crack a smile when he saw her, though it was fleeting. His expression quickly turned serious, and he gave Nan Thorne a look of disdain.
"What, they don't feed you at home? You're getting uglier."
The chubby, roly-poly girl from last year had slimmed down considerably over the New Year. Her triple chin was now just a double. She'd grown a bit taller, but her face had lost its plumpness. Mad Gramps was not pleased. He was extremely dissatisfied with the Thorne family. 'They really don't know how to raise a child.'
The smile on Nan Thorne's face instantly froze. She touched her cheeks. 'I might not be a great beauty, but I'm not ugly, am I? This is the result of me carefully watching what I eat for almost a year!'
"Gramps, your eyes must be going bad. I look great! Uncle Will, I have gotten prettier, haven't I?"
