You've got a lot of strangers at the hotel, haven't you, Lucinda ?" "Yes," said Lucinda, and there was an echo in her monosyllable like an expletive.
Sylvia nodded sympathizingly.

"Some of them write for the papers, I suppose ?" said she.
"Some of them.

I know it's my bread-and-butter to have them, but I never saw such a parcel of folks.

Talk about eyes in the backs of heads, they're all eyes and all ears.

Sometimes I think they ain't nothing except eyes and ears and tongue.