The seven o’clock dinner hour was fast approaching. Lilly hadn’t changed her dress, but she had unpacked her trunk. For the last half hour she’d been sitting in her new bedroom in front of the vanity mirror, wondering why she’d been so stupid. Taking this position was most assuredly the worst mistake of her life. She should have held out for another. She’d put out enough applications in town. She and Julie could get by for another month or so if they were careful, and if Jason&...