M.—One moment, if you please, your royal highness! the girl is a scullion!
L.—You have only to look at her clothes!
Mab.—Mine would be far fitter to adorn a throne!
Enter Fairy Godmother.
G.—The clothes are my business—I will see that Princess Charming is not dressed like a scullion.
C.—My fairy godmother!
All.—Her fairy godmother!
G.—The same. So, Cinderella, if you will step into that dark cupboard while I recite a magic spell, you shall be changed into a beautiful princess.
(Cinderella enters the cupboard. The Fairy Godmother recites spell, waves wand. Cinderella comes out dressed as she was at the ball. Mother and daughters start.)
G.—Now, my child, no one can say you look like a scullion.