MARION. I’ll be slipping away now; he’s waking up. (_She puts down her penny._) CINDERELLA. I’m not doing it for no penny. MARION. You’ve got to take it. That’s my pride. But—I wish you well, Cinders. CINDERELLA. I like you. I wish you would wish me luck. Say ‘Good luck to you to-night, Cinderella.’ MARION. Why to-night? (_The little waif, so practical until now, is afire inside again. She needs a confidant almost as much as_ MARION.) CINDERELLA (_hastily_). You see— (_The man sits up._) MAN. Good evening, Missis. MARION. Good luck to you to-night, Cinderella. (_She goes._) (_The man slips forward and lifts the penny._) CINDERELLA (_returning to earth sharply_). Put that down. MAN. I was only looking at the newness of it. I was just admiring the design. (_The newness and the design both disappear into the box. A bearded person wearing the overalls of a sea-faring man lurches down the street and enters the emporium. Have we seen him before? Who can this hairy monster be?_) POLICEMAN (_in an incredibly gruff voice_). I want a pennyworth. CINDERELLA (_unsuspecting_). Sit down. (_She surveys the coster._) It’s you that belongs to the shirt, isn’t it? MAN. Yes; is’t ready? CINDERELLA. It’s ready. (_It proves to be not a shirt, but a ‘front’ of linen, very stiff and starched. The laundress cautiously retains possession of it._) The charge is a penny. MAN. On delivery. CINDERELLA. Before delivery. MAN. Surely you can trust me. CINDERELLA. You’ve tried that on before, my man. Never again! All in this street knows my rule,—Trust in the Lord—every other person, cash. (_A penny and a ‘shirt’ pass between them and he departs._) (CINDERELLA _turns her attention to the newcomer_.) What’s your pleasure? POLICEMAN. Shave, please. CINDERELLA (_quivering before his beard_). Shave! I shaves in an ordinary way, but I don’t know as I could tackle that. POLICEMAN. I thought you was a barber. CINDERELLA (_stung_). I’ll get the lather. (_She goes doubtfully into what she calls her bedroom._ _He seizes this opportunity to survey the room. A remarkable man this, his attention is at once riveted on the boxes, but before he can step on a chair and take a peep the barber returns with the implements of her calling. He reaches his chair in time not to be caught by her. She brings in a bowl of soap and water and a towel, which she puts round him in the correct manner._) CINDERELLA. You’re thin on the top. POLICEMAN (_in his winding sheet_). I’ve all run to beard. CINDERELLA (_the ever ready_). I have a ointment for the hair; it is my own invention. The price is a penny. POLICEMAN (_gruffly_). Beard, please. CINDERELLA. I’ve got some voice drops. POLICEMAN. Beard, please. CINDERELLA (_as she prepares the lather_). Is the streets quiet?