POLICEMAN. How peculiar?
CINDERELLA. Like a—a flunkey?
POLICEMAN. Did I now—or did I not?
CINDERELLA (eagerly). He would be carrying an invite maybe; it’s a big card.
POLICEMAN. I can’t say I saw him.
(Here an astonishing thing happens. The head of a child rises from one of the boxes. She is unseen by either of the mortals.)
CINDERELLA (considering the beard). How do I start with the like of this?
POLICEMAN. First you saws....
(She attempts to saw. The beard comes off in her hand.)