They were all arrayed on the floor of Edward and Felix's room. With a bedroll, each, and into two groups. The ladies were on the right side, trading stories about the boys, and the boys were on the left. Trying to feel indignant at the fact they were gossiped about, but not finding it in them.
Everyone was worried, despite the fact that the girls already found an outlet for their worry. When Emily told the story about how her brother had been made to muck a stall for the third time, she caught herself in the act, and bit her bottom lip. The brunet turned towards her brother, with wide eyes.
"Ed, do you think that we can do this? If we ask for another party to come along, don't you think we could have better chances?" Emily asked. Edmund sighed.