"It looks like a small little house, melady, but 'tis large inside, and it has a power o' beds in it." We each generously insisted on taking the dirtiest bedroom (they had both been last occupied by the Cromwellian soldiers, we agreed), but relinquished the idea, because the more we compared them the more impossible it was to decide which was the dirtiest.

There were no locks on the doors.

"And sure what matther for that, Miss?
Nobody has a right (i.e.business) to be comin' in here but meself," said the aged woman who showed us to our rooms..