In the home of Rav Chaim Soloveitchik, everything was hefker. Anyone off the street could come in and take whatever they wanted and no one in the family was allowed to utter a single word. Families would sometimes come in and take a room for themselves and no one would say anything.
His son, the Brisker Rav, said that he once came to his own bed at night and found someone lying in it. He had no place to sleep that night but didn't say anything to anyone about it.
Rav Dovid Soloveitchik, Shlit’a, said that one time his father, the Brisker Rav, was writing a D’var Torah that his father Rav Chaim had told him to write for him. As he was in middle of writing, a schlepper barged in from the street and asked the Brisker Rav for the pen. The Brisker Rav told him he would give it to him in a minute when he had finished writing. When Rav Chaim heard this, he screamed, "What is going on here that we don't lend our pens...?!" (Holchei Nesivos – Middos Tovos)
