It ain't no fault of ours, neither, but----" At this point Lily's impatience overcame her.

"If you have anything to say to me----" she interposed.
The woman's resentment of the rebuff seemed to spur her lagging ideas.
"Yes, Miss; I'm coming to that," she said.

She paused again, with her eyes on Lily, and then continued, in a tone of diffuse narrative: "When we was at the Benedick I had charge of some of the gentlemen's rooms; leastways, I swep' 'em out on Saturdays.

Some of the gentlemen got the greatest sight of letters: I never saw the like of it.

Their waste-paper baskets 'd be fairly brimming, and papers falling over on the floor.
Maybe havin' so many is how they get so careless.