GODMOTHER. It is I; my poor god-daughter is all mixed up, and I have come to help her out.
CINDERELLA. You have been long in coming. I very near gave you up.
GODMOTHER. Sweetheart, I couldn’t come sooner, because in these days, you know, even the fairy godmother is with the Red Cross.
CINDERELLA. Was that the reason? I see now; I thought perhaps you kept away because I wasn’t a good girl.
GODMOTHER. You have been a good brave girl; I am well pleased with my darling godchild.
CINDERELLA. It is fine to be called darling; it heats me up. I’ve been wearying for it, Godmother. Life’s a kind of hard.
GODMOTHER. It will always be hard to you, Cinderella. I can’t promise you anything else.
CINDERELLA. I don’t suppose I could have my three wishes, Godmother.
GODMOTHER. I am not very powerful in these days, Cinderella; but what are your wishes?
CINDERELLA. I would like fine to have my ball, Godmother.