Jenny smiled. “You see; you are marching rightalong.”
Lydia still had reservations. “But I need to also think of other possibilities. I have been thinking I might find employment locally. Perhaps as a companion, like my aunt is with the Duchess. There must be several genteel families in the area. Maybe you could suggest a few I mightcontact.”
“It is possible my father, as a respected banker, might know somefamilies.”
“Might you enquireofhim?”
“Certainly. But I think your very best course would be to land your DoctorCooke.”
Jenny sighed and folded her hands in her lap. “But what I must do is begin planning exactly what I am to wear to the ball. With all the family going, and all of us in need of new clothes, I am certain I am going to end up having to make myowngown.”
She jumped down off the kitchen table and snatched another biscuit out of Lydia’s tin before sheclosedit.
