“What makes you think people would want to buy that?”
“Oh, I know they would!” Daisy exclaimed. “It's easy to get mass-produced, factory-made goods. That makes hand-painted items desirable for anyone who can afford them, and they pay. You would have choked to see what the vicar paid for custom-painted dishes for the vicarage. His wife was so angry at the expense, I thought she was going to burst into flames right there in the street. Listening to her shouting, I heard that he had spent more than double what Father did on his mass-produced dishes. It's madness, but it's undeniable.”
“And if it doesn't?” Colin asked, gloomy as always at the thought of potential failure.
“Well, think of this. The Bennetts already have the cart for hauling, so there's no investment there, just some feed for
