Can You Spare Some Bread for a Poor Beggar Woman?

The baker's daughter phoebe was about to close when she heard the front door open. A stooped old woman dressed in a tattered black cloak and leaning on a rickety wooden cane hobbled into the bakery. She held up a weathered hand, asking if they could spare some bread for a poor beggar woman. Phoebe rolled her eyes, am lady, i need that dough so i can bake to morrow's bread and sell it to my paying customers. But the old wom an wouldn't give up. Well, could you spare a small piece of dough then? My eyes aren't what they used to be, but i believe i spy some lovely dough