PROBATIONER (coming to). No. 7, what are we doing!
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.