“This is where ye’ll stay,” Mrs. Story said with a little smile. “’Tis one of his lordship’s favorite rooms in the house.”
Bridget noticed her cloth bag resting on the floor by the bed and snatched it up before one of the maids could nick anything from. She clutched it protectively against her chest.
“How many do I share this with?” Bridget asked. She bet she could sleep with at least another three girls on that bed, but she would prefer to sleep on the floor if it was more than that. She tended to stretch her hands and feet out when she slept sometimes and didn’t want anyone boxing her ears in the middle of the night when she accidentally bumped someone.
“How many?” Mrs. Story echoed in puzzlement.
“Yes. How many of those girls do I have ta sleep with in this room?” She nodded her hea
