Susan.—I know a lot of things I wanted when I was a young girl, but I ain’t young no more. (Regretfully.) I wish I didn’t have gray hair.
Inventor.—You made your wish, Aunt Susan. Hop into the box.
Susan (as she gets in).—Mercy sakes, it’s all the hair I have, I don’t want to be bald.
(Inventor grinds policeman’s rattle a few moments, and assists Aunt Susan out, who now, having removed wig, has hair in long braid.)
Edith.—What lovely hair. Do let me arrange it for you, Aunt Susan. (Arranges hair, while next character enters box.)
Inventor (to spinsters).—Now, ladies?
Priscilla.—Well, it may be a foolish wish, but (looks toward sister who nods) we would like to be young again.
Inventor.—Very easily done. Step right into the magic box.
(The two spinsters assisted by the porter enter the box and emerge again, having removed cloaks and let down hair, and are seen in girlish dresses. They look in the mirror and smile at each other.)