POLICEMAN. It’s queer.
CINDERELLA. It is queer.
POLICEMAN. (sitting down with her). How do you know this ball’s to-night?
CINDERELLA. It had to be some night. You see, after I closes my business I have chats with the children about things, and naturally it’s mostly about the ball. I put it off as long as I could, but it had to be some night—and this is the night.
POLICEMAN. You mean it’s make-believe?
CINDERELLA (almost fiercely). None of that!
POLICEMAN (shaking his head). I don’t like it.
CINDERELLA (shining). You wouldn’t say that if you heard the blasts on the trumpet and loud roars of ‘Make way for the Lady Cinderella!’
(Three heads pop up again.)