[_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--
HOUSEMAID. Well, I guess it's truth enough. That's the second time I've
seen him squeeze her hand when no one wasn't lookin'.
MAGGIE. Here, change places with me! [_Getting down from her chair._]
If you was a gentleman, Mr. Potts, you'd have given me _your place_!
[_Witheringly._
BUTLER. If I was a _gentleman_, miss, I wouldn't be here; _I'd_ be on
the other side of the door.
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