HENRY
I don’t know as you ought to say that, Ella.
ELLA
It’s my place she took, in my own mother’s house. I’d been here now, but for her. I ain’t goin’ to forget that. No! Me, all these years payin’ board and slavin’ my life out, makin’ hats, like a nigger.
NETTIE (smartly)
Oh! So that’s what they’re like. I’ve often wondered!
ELLA (rises)
You’ll keep that common little thing of your wife’s from insultin’ me, Henry Jordan, or I won’t stay here another minute.
EMMA (angry)
Common!