CINDERELLA (subsiding meekly). Yes, Doctor.
DR. BODIE. Dick, I’m going over to the hospital presently. If you like to come with me—really want to see it—no affected interest—
BODIE. Thanks, I should like it—Dr. Bodie.
DR. BODIE (to Danny). You’re not required any more, No. 7.
(DANNY is going thankfully, but she suddenly pulls him forward to examine his face.)
No. 7, you are wearing that brown eye again.
DANNY (who has a glass eye). Yes, Doctor—you see it’s like this. First they sent me a brown eye. Then some meddlesome person finds out my natural eye is blue. So then they sends me a blue eye.
DOCTOR. Yes, where is it?
DANNY. It was a beautiful eye, Doctor—but I had taken a fancy to little browny. And I have a young lady; so I took the liberty of having the blue eye made up into a brooch and I sent it to her.
DR. BODIE (without moving a muscle). I shall report you.