(DANNY _is going thankfully, but she suddenly pulls him forward to examine his face_.) No. 7, you are wearing that brown eye again. DANNY (_who has a glass eye_). Yes, Doctor—you see it’s like this. First they sent me a brown eye. Then some meddlesome person finds out my natural eye is blue. So then they sends me a blue eye. DOCTOR. Yes, where is it? DANNY. It was a beautiful eye, Doctor—but I had taken a fancy to little browny. And I have a young lady; so I took the liberty of having the blue eye made up into a brooch and I sent it to her. DR. BODIE (_without moving a muscle_). I shall report you. BODIE (_when the martinet and Danny have gone_). Are you afraid of her, Cinderella? I am. CINDERELLA. No! She sometimes dashes me, but she is a fearful kind lady. (_She pulls him down again for further important revelations._) She’s very particular about her feet. BODIE (_staggered_). Is she! In a feminine way? CINDERELLA. Yes. BODIE. Hurray! Then I have her. The Achilles Heel! (_He is once more jerked down._) CINDERELLA. I have a spring bed. BODIE. Ah! CINDERELLA (_in some awe_). The first time I woke in hospital, an angel with streamers was standing there holding a tray in her hand, and on the tray was a boiled egg. Then I thought it was the egg you get the day before you die. BODIE. What egg is that? CINDERELLA (_who in the course of a troubled life has acquired much miscellaneous information_). In the Workhouse you always get an egg to your tea the day before you die. (_She whispers._) I know now I’m not the real Cinderella. BODIE (_taking her hand_). How did you find out? CINDERELLA (_gravely_). It’s come to me. The more I eat the clearer I see things. I think it was just an idea of mine; being lonely-like I needed to have something to hang on to. BODIE. That was it. Are you sorry you’re not the other one? CINDERELLA. I’m glad to be just myself. It’s a pity though about the glass slippers. That’s a lovely idea. BODIE. Yes. CINDERELLA. Tell me about _Them_. BODIE. The children? They’re still with me, of course. I’m keeping my promise, and they will be with me till you are able to take care of them again. I have them a great deal in the studio in the day-time. CINDERELLA (_cogitating_). I wonder if that’s wise. BODIE. Oh, they don’t disturb me much. CINDERELLA. I was meaning perhaps the smell of the paint would be bad for them. BODIE. I see! Of course I could give up painting! CINDERELLA (_innocently_). I think that would be safest. (MR. BODIE _kicks_.) Are you kind to Gretchen? BODIE. I hope so. I feel it’s my duty. CINDERELLA (_with a sinking_). It’ll not be no use for Gretchen if that’s how you do it. I’m sure I should get up. (_She attempts to rise._) BODIE. Now, now! CINDERELLA. Are you fond of her, especially when she’s bad? BODIE (_hurriedly_). Yes, I am, I am! But she’s never bad! they are all good, they are like angels. CINDERELLA (_despairing_). Then they’re cheating you. Where’s my boots?