Butler. [Superciliously.] Mrs. Cullingham don't seem in no 'urry; she's a common lot!
Maggie. I don't care, she's rich and Miss Jinny likes her; she just throws money around to any poor person or church or hospital that wants it, or don't! So she can't be so very common neither, Mr. Potts!
Housemaid. Say, I catch on to something! Young Mr. Tillman's sweet on that there tall bridesmaid.
Maggie. [Sharply.] Who?
Butler. Miss Chester. I've seen there was something goin' hon between them whenever she's dined or lunched 'ere.
Maggie. [Angry.] 'Tain't true!
Butler. I'll bet my month's wages.
Maggie. I don't believe you!
Butler. Why, what's it to you, please?
Maggie. [Saving herself.] Nothing—