CINDERELLA. It’s just the war has mixed things up till we forget how different we are. PROBATIONER (_with a moment of intuition_). Or it has straightened things out so that we know how like we are. (_From the garden comes the sound of a gramophone._) CINDERELLA. David’s a long time in coming. DANNY. The four-twenty’s not in yet. CINDERELLA. Yes, it is; I heard the whistle. DANNY (_sarcastically_). Would you like me to see if he hasn’t lost his way? Those policemen are stupid fellows. CINDERELLA. None of that, Danny; but I would like fine if you take a look. DANNY. Anything to oblige you, though it brings our social to a close. None of these little tea-parties after the war is over, fine lady! PROBATIONER. Oh dear! I’ll often enjoy myself less, Danny. DANNY. Daniel Duggan will sometimes think of this day when you are in your presentation gown and he is on your roof, looking for that there leakage. PROBATIONER. Oh, Danny, don’t tell me that when I meet you with your bag of tools I’ll be a beast. Surely there will be at least a smile of friendship between us in memory of the old days. DANNY. I wonder! That’s up to you, my lady. (_But he will be wiser if he arranges that it is to be up to himself._) PROBATIONER (_calling attention to the music_). Listen! No. 7—to-day is ours. (_She impulsively offers herself for the waltz; they dance together._) DANNY (_when all is over_). Thank you, my lady. (_She curtseys and he goes out rather finely. It is not likely that her next partner will be equal to her plumber. The two girls are left alone, both nice girls of about the same age; but the poor one has already lived so long that the other, though there may be decades before her, will never make up on_ CINDERELLA. _It would be grand to see this waif, the moment after death, setting off stoutly on the next adventure._) CINDERELLA. He is a droll character, Danny! (_Examining herself in a hand-mirror._) Nurse, would you say my hair is looking right? He likes the cap. PROBATIONER (_who will soon forget her, but is under the spell at present_). Your David? CINDERELLA (_on her dignity_). He’s not mine, Nurse. PROBATIONER. Isn’t he? CINDERELLA. Hey, hey, hey! Nurse, when he comes you don’t need to stay very long. PROBATIONER (_in the conspiracy_). I won’t. CINDERELLA (_casually_). He might have things to say to me, you see. PROBATIONER. Yes, he might. CINDERELLA (_solemnly_). You and me are both very young, but maybe you understand about men better than I do. You’ve seen him, and this is terrible important. Swear by Almighty God you’re to tell me the truth. Would you say that man loves little children? PROBATIONER (_touched_). Don’t frighten me, Cinderella; I believe him to be that kind of man. Are you fond of your policeman, dear? CINDERELLA (_winking_). That’s telling! (_Importantly._) Nurse, did you ever have a love-letter?