This historic book may have numerous typos and missing text. Purchasers can usually download a free scanned copy of the original book (without typos) from the publisher. Not indexed. Not illustrated. 1921 edition. Excerpt: ...sinking that comes to her at times). You think she 'll come, don't you? Policeman. Cinderella, your hand's burning--and in this cold room. Cinderella. Say you think she 'll come. Policeman. I--well, I... I... Gladys (imploringly). Say it, Mister! Delphine (begging). Monsieur! Monsieur! Marie. If it is that you love me, Monsieur! Policeman (in distress). I question of there was ever before a member of the Force in such a position. (Yielding.) I expect she 'll come. (This settles it in the opinion of the children, but their eyes are too bright for such a late hour, and they are ordered to bed. Our Policeman replaces them in their boxes.) Cinderella. One--two--three... couchy! (They disappear.) Policeman (awkwardly and trying to hedge). Of course this is an out-of-the-way little street for a Godmother to find. Cinderella. Yes, I've thought of that. I'd best go and hang about outside; she would know me by my dress. Policeman (hastily). I wouldn't do that. It's a cold night. (He wanders about the room eyeing her sideways.) Balls is always late things. Cinderella. I'm none so sure. In wartime, you see, with the streets so dark and the King so kind, it would be just like him to begin early and close at ten instead of twelve. I must leave before twelve. If I don't, there's terrible disasters happens. Policeman (unable to follow this) The ball might be put off owing to the Prince of Wales being in France. Cinderella. He catched the last boat. I 'll go out and watch. Policeman (desperate). Stay where you are, and--and I 'll have a look for her. Cinderella. You 're too kind. Policeman. Not at all. I must be stepping at any rate. If I can lay hands on her I 'll march her here, though I have to put the handcuffs on her. Gladys (looking up). I think I...