Jeb was saving college money in a jar like the one where Ma kept buttons. Those buttons, crocheted, metal, and mother-of-pearl, gave Jeb an idea, and he ran to talk it over with Miz Daphne. When he burst through the kitchen door, Daphne raised her flour-covered hands. “Why Jeb, what on earth?”
Matching Jeb’s smile, Daphne nodded. “Get a pencil and paper and let’s start figuring.”
Note: unknown to Jeb, many button factories imported shells from as far away as Australia. Would he be able to talk them into using a local product?