CINDERELLA. No.
MARION. Can I come in now and again at a time?
CINDERELLA. I’ll be glad to see you—if I’m here.
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.)