L.—And what would you wear, pray? A dish-cloth, trimmed with dusters?
Mab.—No, no, my dear girl, you are very well in your place—that is, the chimney-corner. I would stay there if I were you.
M.—Now, come along, stupid, and don't forget the safety-pins.
P.—Oh, I wish I were going too!
Curtain.
Scene II. The Same.
(Peggy alone.)
P.—I had better go to bed, I suppose—there is nothing else for me to do. Well, I do think it is a shame to leave me here alone, while they are enjoying themselves at the ball! I should so like to have a smart gown that laced behind—it would make one feel so grand to have a gown one couldn't fasten one's self. But, alas! that is a pleasure I shall never know. (Hides her face in her hands.)
Enter Godmother.
Godmother.—Why Peggy, you little Cinderella! What's the matter now?
P.—Oh!
G.—Do you know who I am?