Mrs. Thompson was working with a bolt of green fabric, holding it up to the fading light. She was a petite light skinned woman and had a kind face framed by short red hair that barely touched her ears, and she was standing on a stool to reach the shoulder of an old wooden mannequin dressed in a half-finished gown. The shop behind her was a kaleidoscope of colors and textures, with bright sheets of fabric and spools of thread lining the shelves
夫人。汤普森正在用一块绿色的布料,把它举到昏暗的光线下。她是一个娇小的浅色皮肤的女人,有一张善良的脸,红色的短发几乎没有碰到她的耳朵,她站在凳子上,走到一个穿着半成品礼服的旧木制人体模型的肩膀上。她身后的商店色彩斑斓,货架上摆满了鲜艳的布料和线轴