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A Modern Cinderella 
 
 A Comedy in Two Acts 
 
 By 
 
 GLADYS RUTH BRIDGHAM 
 
 Author of-^ Leave it to Polly" "^ Case for 
 Sherlock Holmes "etc. 
 
 BOSTON 
 WALTER H. BAKER & CO. 
 1915 
 
p£ 
 
 A Modern Cinderella 
 
 
 R55 
 
 CHARACTERS 
 
 Cinderella O' Brien. 
 
 Genevieve Nichols 
 
 Mary Smith 
 -Esther Barnes 
 
 Louise Montgomery 
 -Edna Gillett 
 
 Hazel Fiske 
 
 Pauline Mitford 
 Lucile Woodbridge 
 Avis Cook 
 Dorothy Ames 
 Ethel Atkins 
 Enid Nelson 
 
 Mrs. Mitford, ^Ae principal. Should be represented as about 
 
 forty-five. 
 Miss St. Eustis, her assistant. Should be represented as about thirty. 
 Mrs. O'Brien. 
 
 SYNOPSIS 
 
 Act I. — Room in the Mitford School for girls. 
 Act II. — Room in the Silver Lake Hotel. Evening of the same 
 day. 
 
 Plays One and a Half Hours 
 
 Jreshmen. Should be played by girls from 
 thirteen to fifteen years old. Hazel should 
 dress a7id otppear somewhat older than the 
 other freshmen. With the exception of 
 Hazel the freshmen do not need to change 
 their costumes for the second act. 
 
 Seniors. Should be played by girls 
 from seventeen to nineteen. 
 
 Copyright, 1915, by Walter H. Baker & Co. 
 
 FEB 26 1915 
 
 ^CI.D 3 9798 
 
A Modern Cinderella 
 
 ACT I 
 
 SCENE. — Room in the Mitford School. Exits, r., l., and 
 c. J large desk at the right of stage, smaller one at the left, 
 chairs, a table, telephone and so forth. 
 
 (As the curtain rises Hazel Fiske sits at L. c. She holds 
 a book in her lap but gives it very little attention. She 
 glances impatiently tozvard the door. Genevieve Nichols 
 and^nnx Gillett enter c.) 
 
 Gen. (speaking as she enters). Oh, dear ! I feel so insig- 
 nificant ! Why can't you get through a school without having 
 to be a freshman ? Oh, are you here. Hazel ? 
 
 Hazel. Yes, I'm waiting to see Mrs. Mitford. Do you 
 know where she is ? 
 
 Edna. She ought to be in here, hadn't' she? 
 
 Hazel. Yes, a half an hour ago. I have waited and 
 waited ! Oh, girls, I have an invitation to a party. Do you 
 suppose she will let me go? 
 
 Edna. I don't know. What do you think, Gene? 
 
 Gen. It's doubtful. I guess she is pretty strict about let- 
 ting the girls attend affairs outside the school. 
 
 Hazel. Do you believe you could help me any. Miss 
 Nichols? I'm simply dying to go ! 
 
 Gen. I help you ? I guess not ! Any of the girls can help 
 you easier than I can. The fact that I am Mrs. Mitford's niece 
 doesn't count for anything. Pauline is her own daughter and 
 you can ask her how much it amounts to as far as the school 
 goes. Goodness knows Pauline has tried to get around Aunt 
 Amy but she hasn't succeeded yet. 
 
 Hazel. Well, if I can't go to this party I shall be sick in 
 bed. 
 
 Edna. How silly ! We have all kinds of parties here all 
 through the year. 
 
4 A MODERN CINDERELLA 
 
 Hazel. Oh, this is different. The invitation is from a 
 classmate of my brother's who is in town over Sunday. Oh, 
 girls, if you could only see him ! 
 
 Gen. If there is a young man in it you won't go. I can 
 tell you that. 
 
 Edna. I don't believe you would get out to-night anyway. 
 
 Hazel. What is going to happen to-night ? I've heard 
 nothing but senior nominations all the morning. 
 
 Gen. I know it. Isn't it tiresome? Don't I hate to be a 
 freshman ! 
 
 Hazel. But what is it ? What do they do to-night? 
 
 Gen. For goodness' sake don't you know ? 
 
 Hazel. As much as any freshman knows, I guess. 
 
 Edna. None of us have a very clear idea and the most of 
 the freshmen won't ask. If you know. Gene, tell us. 
 
 Gen. Well, you know a week from next Monday is senior 
 election. To-night a committee of six seniors who were ap- 
 pointed last spring hold a meeting to nominate the officers for 
 election. They have to choose four for president and two for 
 other offices. All next week the seniors have a campaign and 
 it is a lively time. To-niglit is supposed to be a private meet- 
 ing but every year the juniors and sophomores try to get some 
 of their class into the meeting. If any member of another class 
 can steal the senior banner which they always have at their 
 meeting, and get it to her class president, that class can enjoy 
 all the privileges of the seniors for the year. 
 
 Edna. Isn't that great ? 
 
 Hazel. Yes, and isn't it an odd idea? 
 
 Gen. Yes, it is. It started ten years ago, and at first the 
 classes had terrible scraps but after one or two girls had been 
 hurt Aunt Amy wouldn't let them goon. She said it was as bad 
 as a college rush and anything but lady-like. So she gave them 
 the privilege of sending to the meeting as many of their class 
 as there were seniors on the committee. 
 
 Edna. Did any of the girls ever get in to the meetings ? 
 
 Gen. Oh, yes, they get in every year but they never get 
 away with the banner. The seniors are ready and put them 
 out almost before they are in. 
 
 Enter Cinderella O'Brien, l. She is rather small mid very 
 pretty. She wears a bungalow apron and a cap and has a 
 duster in her hand. She crosses the stage and places some 
 letters on the desk at R. 
 
A MODERN CINDERELLA 5 
 
 Hazel. Isn't Miss Mitford on the committee ? 
 
 Gen. Pauline? Yes, she is chairman and perhaps she 
 doesn't feel good about it ! 
 
 Edna {glancing curiously at Cind. ) . I — I thought that — that 
 — was you. 
 
 Cind. (^laughing'). But you weren't sure in these clothes? 
 
 Hazel (in surprise). Why, it's Miss O'Brien, isn't it? 
 (Z<? Gen.) You know, of our class. 
 
 Gen. Why, so it is. {There is an awkward pause?) You 
 — you are helping my aunt ? 
 
 Cind. Yes. My mother is the head cook and your aunt is 
 kind enough to let me work my way through the school. 
 
 Gen. {trying to speak naturally'). Why, isn't that nice ? 
 
 Cind. It certainly is nice for me, for I couldn't go through 
 any other way. \^Exit, L. 
 
 Hazel {with a disagreeable laugh). Well, doesn't that seem 
 odd ! I didn't know that Mrs. Mitford took charity pupils 
 here. 
 
 Gen. I don't believe she does very often. I wanted to see 
 Aunt Amy but I guess I won't wait. 
 
 Hazel. Nor I any longer. 1 can come back again. 
 
 (Hazel exits R.,follotejed by Edna and Gen. Gen. looks 
 back as Pauline Mitford enters c. Paul, is pretty, very 
 up-to-date in her dress and manners and very niuchpleased 
 with herself.) 
 
 Paul. Oh, hello. Gene ! Is mother through so soon ? 
 
 G'E.'^. {coming back into room). Through? She hasn't been 
 up here at all. I think she must be with Miss Maxwell. They 
 had some work to do together. Say, Pauline, does your mother 
 take many charity cases ? 
 
 Paul. Charity cases ? I don't understand. Kindly ex- 
 plain. 
 
 Gen. Why, a girl in our class was in here working a few 
 minutes ago. She said her mother was a cook and that she was 
 working her way through the school. I don't believe it will 
 strike some of the girls just right. It does seem kind of odd, 
 doesn't it ? 
 
 Paul. Well, 1 should say so. I never heard anything about 
 it before. Well, if mother isn't here I shall have to go where 
 she is. I can't wait. 
 
 {They exeunt, l. Cind. enters, r., and begins to dust the fur- 
 niture. Mrs. Mitford enters, c. She goes to desk at r.) 
 
6 A MODERN CINDERELLA 
 
 Mrs. M. Miss O'Brien, did you bring up the mail ? 
 
 CiND. Yes'm, 
 
 Mrs. M. {walking to desk at l.). Do you think you could 
 straighten out some of this for me? (Cind. goes to desk.') 
 Here is a card index of last year's classes. It needs to be en- 
 tirely rearranged. Here is a catalogue and the registration 
 list. Miss Maxwell is supposed to do all of this but Miss Austin 
 has been called home and Miss Maxwell has to do all of her 
 work. I think you might learn to do this work here. How 
 would you like to learn to run the typewriter ? You could an- 
 swer all of my letters and I will have one of the maids do your 
 other work. 
 
 Cind. That would keep me with you part of the afternoon, 
 wouldn't it? 
 
 Mrs. M. {smiling). Yes. Would you like that ? 
 
 Cind. Better than anything in the world. 1 will learn any- 
 thing you say. 
 
 Mrs. M. Very well. Put your duster away and see what 
 you can do with the card index. 
 
 (Cind. exits, l. Paul, enters, r.) 
 
 Paul. Mother, at last ! I have looked everywhere for you. 
 Where in the world have you been ? 
 
 Mrs. M. {calmly). I have been busy. What can I do for 
 you, my dear? 
 
 Paul. Will you chaperone our nomination party to-night ? 
 
 Mrs. M. {going back to her desk a7id beginnifig to open her 
 mail). Are you on the committee, Pauline? 
 
 Paul. On it ? Why, mother, I am chairman. Didn't you 
 know it ? 
 
 Mrs. M. I believe I did know it now I stop to think about 
 it. I had forgotten. I have a good many things to occupy my 
 mind, you know. 
 
 Paul. Oh, dear ! I don't believe you care a straw about 
 my winning class honors. 
 
 Mrs. M. I am glad if you are pleased, dear. Be sure you 
 make the right kind of use of the honors. I am sorry, Pauline, 
 that I cannot chaperone your party, but it is impossible. I 
 think very likely Miss Maxwell will be able to go. 
 
 Paul, {in a whifiitig voice). Oh, mother ! 
 
 Mrs. M. Pauline ! I would like you to take a guest with 
 you if the girls don't think it would be against the rules. 
 
 Paul. A guest ? Who ? 
 
A MODERN CINDERELLA 7 
 
 Mrs. M. Miss St. Eustis. 
 
 Paul, {delighted). The artist? Oh, I guess the girls will 
 take her, rules or no rules. 
 
 Mrs. M. She will be very much pleased. She telephoned 
 about an hour ago that she would be out to spend the niglit 
 with me. And now, my dear, if that was all you wanted you 
 will have to let me look after my mail. (Cind. enters, L., im- 
 noticed by the others. She sits at desk, l., hidden from their 
 viezv, and begins to work on the index.) Tell your committee 
 that I appreciate the honor of your invitation and would go if 
 it were possible. 
 
 Paul, (starting to exit, c, comes back). Oh, mother, I 
 forgot to ask you. Is it true that you are letting some girl 
 work her way through the school ? The cook's daughter, I 
 think Gene said ? 
 
 Mrs. M. Yes, it is true. 
 
 Paul. But, mother, why in the world did you do it ? You 
 never did before. 
 
 (Cind. waits eagerly for the answer.) 
 
 Mrs. M. I never happened before to see a girl who wanted 
 the opportunity, or was worthy of it if I gave it to her. 
 
 Paul. But, mother, this is an exclusive school. 
 
 Mrs. M. Yes, altogether too exclusive ! 
 
 Paul. But what will the girls think ? 
 
 Mrs. M. I don't know, and to speak quite plainly I don't 
 at all care. 
 
 Paul. But, mother, there is such a fine set of girls who 
 attend here and they will never be willing to associate with 
 such a girl. 
 
 (Cind. shows that she is hurt.) 
 
 Mrs. M. Have you seen Miss O'Brien ? 
 
 Paul. No, and I don't want to. For pity's sake, don't 
 shove your charity object off onto me ! 
 
 Mrs. M. {sternly). Pauline ! I regret more than you can 
 ever know that you should voice such sentiments. It would 
 please me if I thought you were one-half the girl that Miss 
 O'Brien is. I hope to heaven that when you go away to col- 
 lege the four years will broaden your views and do for you 
 what I seem to have been unable to do. It is time you learned 
 to value a girl beyond her clothes and the social distinction of 
 her family. 
 
a A MODERN CINDERELLA 
 
 Paul, {aghast). Mother ! 
 
 (CiND. wipes some tears from her eyes and goes resolutely 
 to work. Louise Montgomery comes to door, c.) 
 
 Mrs. M. You wish to see me, Miss Montgomery? 
 
 Lou. (entering). Yeth'm, but I'm noth in any hurry. 
 That ith, I'm in a hurry, buth I can wait jeth well ath not. 
 
 Mrs. M. (Jgnoritig Paul.). No need of waiting at all. 
 What can I do for you? [Exit Paul., r. 
 
 Lou, Oh, Mrs. Mithford, I'm havin' theth a time! All 
 my life I have been tho forgethful, and I can't theem to help 
 it. {Drops her green bag on a chair as she walks toward the 
 desk.) You know the rule abouth leavin' things around? 
 Well, honeth, Mrs. Mithford, half the things I brougth with 
 me are lockth up. {Drops a book on the desk as she talks.) 
 To-day theems to be a little worth than the reth. I left my 
 lathin on my desk, my althebra in the library, my hithtory in 
 the thitting-room and I don't thee how I am goin' to geth a 
 letthon for to-morrow. Then I left my thweater in the gym 
 and my coat in the dinin'-hall an' I haven' anythin' left but 
 my evenin' cape. Whath in the world am I goin' to do ? 
 
 Mrs. M. {laughing a little). And they are all locked up? 
 Well, you are a hopeless case ! If they were all trifles you 
 would have to go without them, but I don't see how you are 
 going to get along without the necessities of life. ( Writes on 
 a card and hands it to Lou.) There, give that to Miss Max- 
 well and she will give you your coat and books. The other 
 things you have lost you will have to wait for. 
 
 Lou. Oh, thank you. You are tho kind ! {Starts to exit.) 
 
 Mrs. M. Miss Montgomery, what is this ? 
 
 {Takes up the book on her desk.) 
 
 Lou. {coming back for it). Oh, my Englith ! 
 
 Mrs. M. And that? {Points to the chair.) 
 
 Lou. My green bag ! ( Takes it zip.) Oh, ithn't it fearful ! 
 
 Mrs. M. I should say it was. You will misplace your 
 head and Miss Maxwell will have that locked up if you aren't 
 careful. {YiKZ^i. enters, s..) Well, Miss Fiske ? 
 
 \^Exit Lou., c. 
 
 Hazel. I have an invitation, Mrs. Mitford, and please may 
 I accept it ? I want to so very much. 
 
A MODERN CINDERELLA 9 
 
 {Hands Mrs. M. the invitation. She reads it.") 
 
 Mrs. M. (looking up from the invitation). Who is this 
 young man ? 
 
 Hazel. A classmate of my brother's at Yale. 
 
 Mrs. M. Your parents know him ? 
 
 Hazel. Oh, certainly. He has visited us. 
 
 Mrs. M. And these people who are giving the party ? 
 Does your father know them ? 
 
 Hazel. Oh, no, we don't know them. The gentleman is 
 Mr. Harris' uncle. 
 
 Mrs. M. Are your parents in the habit of allowing you to 
 accept invitations from young men ? 
 
 Hazel. Oh, yes, any one they know. 
 
 Mrs. M. Well, now the situation is just this. Miss Fiske. 
 I couldn't possibly permit you to go way out to Silver Lake 
 unchaperoned. In fact I couldn't allow you to go anywhere 
 unchaperoned, and this isn't an invitation where I could pre- 
 sume to send a teacher with you. Then again the invitation 
 doesn't seem very important to me. If your parents knew 
 these people and wished you to attend I might consider it. 
 {Hands her the invitation.') I think under the circumstances 
 you had better decline. 
 
 Hazel {very indignant). But, Mrs. Mitford 
 
 Mrs. M. {taking up her mail). We have discussed this 
 sufficiently, I think. You may go. (Hazel exits, c, with her 
 head in the air. Mrs. M. makes some rapid tiotes on her 
 letters and walks over to Cind.) How are you getting along? 
 
 CiND. I don't know. Is this right ? {Shows her the index.) 
 
 Mrs. M. {examining it). Yes. You are doing famously. 
 I thought you had a good head on a good pair of shoulders. 
 Here are some letters to answer. I have made some notes as 
 to what I wish said. Bring them to me to sign before you 
 send them out. Take this to Miss Burke. 
 
 Cind. Right now ? 
 
 Mrs. M. Yes. I can't spend any more time here this 
 afternoon. If any more girls wish to see me, tell t'nem to wait 
 until to-morrow if they possibly can. If it is really important 
 they can come to me in Miss Maxwell's study. 
 
 (Cind. exits, r., with a letter. Mrs. M. takes some papers 
 from her desk and exits, c.) 
 
 Enter Enid Nelson, l. 
 
10 A MODERN CINDERELLA 
 
 Enid (looking back from door and calling). Mrs. Mitford 
 isn't here, girls. 
 
 Enter Avis Cook, Lucile Woodbridge, Dorothy Ames and 
 Ethel Atkins, l. 
 
 Avis {looking about as she enters). She isn't? 
 
 Dor. Well, where in the world is Pauline? 
 
 Paul, (enter i7ig R.). Right here. 
 
 Ethel. Pauline, is your mother going with us ? 
 
 Paul, (shortly). No, she isn't ! 
 
 All (disappointed). Oh, why? 
 
 Paul. She says that she is too busy and that we will have 
 to ask Miss Maxwell. 
 
 Enid. Perhaps she didn't care to go. We shouldn't have 
 expected it of her. 
 
 Paul. No, it isn't that. She said she appreciated the in- 
 vitation and would have liked to go. 
 
 Ethel. Can't you persuade her, Paul ? 
 
 Paul, (decidedly). I cannot. I have been foolish enough 
 to get in wrong with mother and it will take me some time to 
 get right. Girls, mother wants us to take Miss St. Eustis with 
 us. She is a famous artist, you know, and, girls, do shine up 
 to her. She might invite some of us to her studio to a tea or 
 something. Don't you know, when she came out last year she 
 invited some of the seniors out to her home. Wilifred Adams 
 said it was the most heavenly place and they had the time of 
 their lives. 
 
 Enid. Yes, I remember. She does famous girl pictures, 
 doesn't she? 
 
 Paul. Yes. 
 
 Ethel. Girls, I feel positive that we are safe to-night. 
 
 Avis. So do I. No one has the least idea where we are 
 going. 
 
 Dor. You are the cleverest girl, Pauline ! 
 
 Paul, {delighted). You flatter me. The only thing that 
 worries me is something to eat. You know way out there in 
 the country and rather late in the season I don't know how well 
 prepared they will be. 
 
 Dor. Oh, they will have something. I should think they 
 would be prepared for auto parties. 
 
 Enid. Why not telephone out? 
 
 Paul. Not I. I wouldn't dare to even whisper our desti- 
 nation over a telephone. 
 
A MODERN CINDERELLA II 
 
 Ethel. You had better not. Do you know what the soph- 
 omore president has been doing ? CaUing up all the hotels and 
 cafe in the city to see if a party of girls has engaged a dining- 
 room for to-night. 
 
 All (^greatly excited). Really? 
 
 Ethel. Yes, and what is more she found a room had been 
 engaged at the Montclair, and she is going down there with 
 five members of her class. Isn't that rich? 
 
 All. Rather ! I should say so ! The best ever ! 
 
 Enter Mrs. O'Brien, l. 
 
 Mrs. O'B. I beg yez pardhon. I wuz afther thinkin' that 
 — thet 
 
 Enid {cotning to her rescue). That Mrs. Mitford was here? 
 
 Mrs. O'B. Shure ! Jest thet ! 
 
 Paul. No, she isn't I She is very busy with Miss Max- 
 well. Oh, Mrs. O'Brien, a party of us girls are going out to 
 Silver Lake in an auto to-night, and could we have something 
 to eat to take with us ? 
 
 All. Oh, could we? 
 
 Mrs. O'B. Shure. What would yez want ter be afther 
 takin' ? 
 
 Paul. Oh, I don't know. There are eight of us going. 
 Put us up a good big box full. We may get plenty at the hotel, 
 and we may not, and we don't want to starve by the wayside. 
 You won't forget, will you ? 
 
 Mrs. O'B. Shure, I won't ! I'll hev it ready for yez. 
 
 Paul. And, Mrs. O'Brien, you won't tell any one, will 
 you ? This is a secret party. 
 
 Mrs. O'B. Shure, an' doesn't the Missus know? 
 
 Paul. Oh, yes, mother knows. 
 
 Mrs. O'B. All roight, thin, mum's the word. 
 
 Paul. Come on, girls. There's lots to do yet. 
 
 {Girls exeunt, r. Cind. enters, R. ; passes them.) 
 
 Mrs. O'B. And are yez goin' to their parthy to-night, 
 darlin' ? 
 
 Cind. What ? Those seniors ? Are they going to have a 
 party ? 
 
 Mrs. O'B. Shure they is thet. Out ter Silver Lake in a 
 ortymobile. An' why didn't they be afther axin' yez? Don't 
 yez know thim ? 
 
12 A MODERN CINDERELLA 
 
 CiND. No. 
 
 Mrs. O'B. And why don't yez, thin? 
 
 CiND. Why, they are seniors, and it is usually quite a while 
 before freshmen know seniors. 
 
 Mrs., O'B. (suspiciously). Yer shure thet's the reason? If 
 I wuz afther thinkin' thet it wuz becuz I wuz yez mother ! 
 
 CiND. {smili7ig and putting her arm around M-^S. O'B.). 
 What would you do ? 
 
 Mrs. O'B. I— I (Helplessly.') I don't know. 
 
 CiND. (laughing). I guess you don't. Never fear, mother 
 dear ; with the exception of Mrs. Mitford's niece I don't believe 
 a freshman knows one of those girls. 
 
 Mrs. O'B. (looking at her anxiously). Shure an' is it happy 
 yez are an' continted ? 
 
 CiND. Of course I am ! I never was so happy in my life. 
 
 Mrs. O'B. Shure, it's broken-hearted I am entoirely at 
 times. 
 
 CiND. Why, mother, aren't you glad that I am here? 
 
 Mrs. O'B. Shure, an' yez knows it's that glad I am to hev 
 yez, and yit I don't belave I oughter hed yer come. Shure, 
 an' don't I wish I could do fer yez and yez never hev ter lift 
 yez hand. 
 
 CiND. Mother, dear, haven't you been doing for me ever 
 since I was a little girl ? Working yourself to death to board 
 me in a nice family and send me to school? And aren't you 
 doing for me now? Just think what a chance this is for me to 
 gain an education and be right in the house with you. We 
 ought to be happy when we have been separated so long. 
 After I graduate I can teach and we can have a little place of 
 our own, and you won't ever have to work any more. 
 
 Mrs. O'B. Shure, an' v/hat did I iver do to deserve a 
 daughter the loikes of you ? An' yez shure it's happy yez are, 
 and the girls think it's all roight fer yez ter be here ? 
 
 CiND. Of course they do, and Mrs. Mitford is an angel. 
 She has given me some lovely work to try, and if I can do it 
 she will have one of the maids do the harder work. 
 
 Mrs. O'B. (delighted). Shure an' yez can do it. I'll risk 
 yez to turn yez hand to anythin'. 
 
 CiND. Mother, you are spoiling me ! I didn't have time 
 for dinner, and I have a lot more work to do. If I go down to 
 the kitchen for a minute will you give me a bite ? 
 
 Mrs. O'B. No dinner, is it? Yez blissid young one, come 
 along with me. 
 
A MODERN CINDERELLA 
 
 13 
 
 (^Exit, L. CiND. starts to follow. Mrs. M. enters, c. 
 Hazel enters, r., and stands in the doorway unnoticed by 
 
 Mrs. M.) 
 
 Mrs. M. Miss O'Brien, will you find my daughter and tell 
 her that Miss Maxwell seems to have even more to do than I 
 have, and I think after all that I had better go with the seniors 
 to-night. 
 
 {She exits c. Cind. starts to exit, L.) 
 
 Hazel (^coming forward). Miss O'Brien, is Mrs. Mitford 
 going away to-night ? 
 
 Cind. Yes, with the seniors. 
 
 Hazel. They will be late in getting home, won't they? 
 
 Cind. I don't know, but I should imagine they would be 
 pretty late. 
 
 {Exit, L. Hazel stands looking after her a second ; then 
 she looks cautiously out the door, c, right a?id left. Goes 
 to telephone.) 
 
 Hazel. Fairview 24-w, Hello ! Could I speak to Mr. 
 William Harris? {Pause.) Hello! Mr. Harris? This is 
 Hazel. Yes, I'm going with you but you will have to get me 
 back here early. What time will you call for me? You can't 
 call at all. I'm going on my own hook. What ? I don't 
 know whether it's safe or not. I guess if I can risk it you can. 
 No, I don't dare to meet you around here. Can't you meet 
 me out at Silver Lake somewhere ? What ? The Silver Lake 
 House? All right. What? Why, I'll hire an auto to take 
 me out. (^Impatiently.) What in the world is the matter with 
 you ? Have you sprouted wings ? I don't see why you invited 
 me if you don't want me to go. Well, it's my risk and I guess 
 you should worry. What? Yes — eight-thirty? All right. 
 Good-bye. 
 
 Enter Gen., b.., followed by Edna, Mary Smith, Esther 
 Barnes and Lou. 
 
 Gen. (to Hazel). Well, did you get your permit to go to 
 the party? 
 
 Hazel (as she exits c). No, I didn't, and a lot I care ! 
 
 Enter Cind., l. ; goes to desk. 
 
14 A MODERN CINDERELLA 
 
 Mary. Say, girls, one of the juniors thinks she has discov- 
 ered where the seniors are going, and the junior president is 
 going to send her to try to steal the banner. 
 
 Esther. Oh, dear, why aren't we in it, too? 
 
 Edna. Don't the freshmen ever send any one out? 
 
 Esther. I don't know. Do they, Gene? 
 
 Gen, I never heard that they did. I never thought 
 about it. Do you suppose we could ? 
 
 (^Girls begin to get excited.') 
 
 Edna. Oh, do you? 
 
 Lou. I gueth we couldn't thend any one until thum one 
 dithcovers where the theniors are goin'. 
 
 Cind. {looking upfront her work). Aren't Miss Mitford 
 and Miss Ames on that committee ? 
 
 Esther. Yes. 
 
 Cind. I know where they are going. 
 
 All {rushing toward the desk). You do? Where? 
 
 Cind. Out to 
 
 Gen. {warningly). Don't say it loud 1 
 
 Cind. The Silver Lake House. 
 
 All. How do you know ? 
 
 Cind. My mother told me, but I haven't the least idea how 
 she happens to know. They are going out in an auto, and 
 Mrs. Mitford is going to chaperone them. 
 
 Edna. Oh, my goodness 1 My goodness 1 Do you be- 
 lieve any of us could get way out there ? 
 
 Esther. Yes, I know how we could. 
 
 All. How ? 
 
 Esther. The same way the seniors are going. In an auto. 
 My brother has a car, and our home is right here in town, you 
 know. If I call Billy up he will come over, or if he is busy to- 
 night he would send his chauffeur. Billy is great to me. 
 
 Gen. I should say so. (Ti? Cind.) Will you go? 
 
 Cind. Will I go? Why do you want me to go? 
 
 Gen. Why, you are the one to go. You discovered their 
 meeting place. 
 
 Cind. What do I have to do ? 
 
 Gen. Steal their banner and get it into my hands. Oh, 
 could you do it ? If you could you have lifted our class to 
 heights of fame. 
 
 Cind. Mercy, I feel kind of shaky. I don't have to go 
 alone, do I ? 
 
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 Gen. No, you can take five girls with you. Any that you 
 want. 
 
 CiND. (Jookhig arotmd at the girls). There are just five of 
 you here. Will you go? 
 
 All. Will we ? Well, rather ! 
 
 CiND. Are you sure it's all right for freshmen to go ? 
 Hadn't we better ask Mrs. Mitford ? 
 
 Gen. Sure ! Wait a minute. ( Goes to a speaking tube 
 near the centre exit ; rings a bell; listens.^ Miss Maxwell? 
 May I speak to Mrs. Mitford, please ? Oh, it's Genevieve. 
 {FauseJ) Aunt Amy ? I just wanted to ask you if I have a 
 right to send some freshmen into the senior meeting to-night ? 
 Yes, I'm president. All right. Thank you. (^Comes for- 
 ward.') She says that there has never been a freshman fresh 
 enough to try it but that we have an equal chance with the 
 other classes. {^Grabs CiND. around the waist.) Oh, oh ! 
 Miss O'Brien ! 
 
 CiND. You had better wait, Miss Nichols ! I'm not there 
 yet. 
 
 All. But you are going ? 
 
 CiND. Yes, I'm going but they will be on the lookout, 
 won't they ? How in the world am I going to get in ? 
 
 Esther. Oh, that's always the question ! 
 
 CiND. {thoughtfully). I believe I know a way. What's the 
 number of the Silver Lake House ? 
 
 ( Goes to telephone. Mary grabs the book and looks up the 
 number.) 
 
 Gen. For goodness' sake, talk softly. {Goes to door c.) 
 Watch the other doors, girls. 
 
 (Lou. goes to door l., at«</EDNA to door R.) 
 
 CiND. {at telephone). Fordham 271. {Pause.) Hello ! 
 May I speak to Stephen O'Brien, please? {Pause.) Hello! 
 Uncle Steve ? Yes, this is Cinderella. Say, I want to have a 
 lark. Some seniors are going out to the hotel from here to- 
 night; If I go out early will you let me wait on them, and not 
 let them know who I am ? Do you think you could manage 
 it ? And I want a room reserved for five girls who are going 
 out with me and we don't want anything said about that. No, 
 of course we are not going to stay over night. Just an hour or 
 two. All right. Good-bye. {To the girls.) I happened to 
 
l6 A MODERN CINDERELLA 
 
 think that my uncle is the chef out there so I guess we will be 
 all right. 
 
 Gen. Oh, Miss O'Brien, you are a wonder ! 
 
 Edna. Is your name really Cinderella ? 
 
 CiND. (laughing). Yes. 
 
 Lou. Oh, Mith O'Brien, do you thuppothe you can really 
 thteal the banner ? 
 
 CiND. That's what I am going for. Call up your brother. 
 Miss Barnes. We want a good start. I must write these letters. 
 Thank goodness there are only three. Does any one know any- 
 thing about a card index ? 
 
 Edna. Yes, I do. 
 
 CiND. Put these cards in. 
 
 Gen. Goodness, what a whirlwind you are. Miss O'Brien ! 
 
 CiND. {writing rapidly). And some one get me a little 
 apron and a cap. (Jumps tip and slips her apron off.) I 
 guess this dress will do. 
 
 (She wears a black dress trimmed with red.) 
 
 Gen. I will get what you need. I can get you a wig too, I 
 think. Pauline showed me the Dramatic Club tilings the other 
 day. If the box isn't locked I can get some dandy things. 
 Come with me, Louise. 
 
 (Gen. and Lou. exeunt, c. Cind. and Edna work at desk. 
 Esther goes to telephone. Mary guards the doors.) 
 
 Esther (at telephone). Fairview 24. Yes. (Pause.) 
 Hello 1 Mamma ? Yes, this is your darling child. Is Billy 
 there ? Yes, very important. (Pause.) Hello, Billy ! Are 
 you busy to-night ? Will you do something for me ? Take six 
 of us girls out to the Silver Lake House in the car and bring us 
 back again. Yes, every girl is exceedingly handsome. Just 
 wait until you see Cinderella. No, this is no fairy story. Yes, 
 we will have to stay out there a little while. No, Cinderella 
 will be busy and she can't talk to you all the time. Well, we'll 
 tell you what's doing on the way out. No, you mustn't come 
 here. This is a secret affair. You come to — well, let's see — 
 to the park and wait in front of the soldiers' monument. No, 
 you aren't helping Cinderella to elope with any one. You stop 
 jollying me and come right over. What ? Mother wants to 
 know if Mrs. Mitford knows what we are doing ? Yes, she 
 does. Everything is perfectly proper. Good-bye. (Gen. 
 
A MODERN CINDERELLA I7 
 
 and Lou. enter, c. Gen. carries a small suit case.) Every- 
 thing is arranged. My brother will take us. 
 
 Gen. Good! We got a wig. (^Takes a wig of curls from 
 the suit case.) See how you will look in this. 
 
 (Puts it on CiND.'s head. Cind. goes on writing and pays 
 no attention to them.) 
 
 Mary. Doesn't she look cute ? 
 
 Edna. Her own mother wouldn't know her ! 
 
 (Gen. puts the wig back into the suit case.) 
 
 Lou. (taking a pair of red slippers from the case and 
 kneeling infrojit of Cind.). Puth your foot outh here and thee 
 if theth will fit. (Takes off Cind.'s black shoe and puts a red 
 one on.) Thee if you can walk in thoth. 
 
 Cind. (Jhrowi?ig down her pen). There ! Finished at last ! 
 ( Walks across the stage.) Yes, these fit all right. 
 
 (Gen. sits at desk and writes. Slips the paper into an 
 envelope and seals it. ) 
 
 Mary. What are you doing, Gene ? 
 
 Gen. I heard the sophomore president say that she had to 
 write the names of the six girls on the committee and their 
 destination and hand it in to Miss Maxwell. I suppose that is 
 to prevent any girl who might be so inclined from taking ad- 
 vantage of the situation and spending the evening out. There ! 
 I believe we are ready at last I How do you feel, Miss 
 O'Brien ? Are you ready to fight for the cause ? 
 
 Cind. (laughing). Yes, to the last drop, captain ! (Makes 
 a dramatic gesture.) For the honor and fame of our gallant 
 freshmen ! 
 
 CURTAIN 
 
ACT II 
 
 SCENE. — Room in the Silver Lake House. Exits r. and l. 
 
 Dining table in C. tiear the back of the room. Chairs. 
 
 A coat-tree at L, a little in the background. A pia7io if pos- 
 sible near the front of stage at R. 
 
 {As the curtain rises Cind. stands in c. of stage. She wears 
 the wig of curls, apron and cap. Gen., Mary, Esther, 
 Lou., and Edna stand around her putting the finishing 
 touches to her costume. The girls' things are scattered 
 about the room in every direction.') 
 
 Gen. Oh, Miss O'Brien, you do look great ! 
 
 Mary, Doesn't she ? 
 
 Edna. Just think of the fame you are bringing our class ! 
 
 Cind. {trying not to show how pleased she is). You had 
 better wait and see how things turn out ! 
 
 Gen. No matter how they turn out, we are the first fresh- 
 men who ever tried to steal the senior banner. That's some 
 fame ! Another thing, you mark my words, we are the only 
 ones who know that the seniors are coming here to-night. 
 That's some more fame. It's no use. Miss O'Brien, the fresh- 
 men owe you a rising vote of thanks, all right. 
 
 Cind. Well, thank Miss Barnes for getting us out here. 
 If it hadn't been for her and her brother 
 
 All. That's right ! We do thank her. 
 
 Gen. Goodness, Miss Barnes, you've got the classiest 
 brother ! I had palpitation of the heart every time I looked at 
 him. 
 
 Mary. Why, Gene Mitford ! 
 
 Gen. Well, I did, and you were just as struck as I was, 
 only you aren't honest enough to admit it. 
 
 Esther. Well, there wasn't any chance for any one with 
 Cinderella along. I never saw Billy so gone. He could 
 hardly manage the car and he told me he wished to heaven he 
 was a prince. 
 
 Cind. (very much confused). Oh — girls, for pity's sake, 
 don't talk so foolish ! 
 
 i8 
 
A MODERN CINDERELLA I9 
 
 Lou. Oh, dear ! I'm the exthited ! I'm jeth thaking all 
 over, and I have lotht Ihumthin. I had thumthin in my hand 
 but I don't even remember whath I had. 
 
 CiND. What became of those red slippers ? 
 
 Edna. I don't know. Who had them ? 
 
 Gen. I didn't ! That's sure ! (^Laughs.) Who had 
 Cinderella's slippers? 
 
 Lou. {suddeftly). I didth. Thath's what I had in my hand. 
 
 Esther. Well, what did you do with them ? 
 
 Lou. I haven't the leatht idea. 
 
 Edna. My goodness, Louise, haven't you any head at all ? 
 
 Lou. I don't theem to have. Ithn't it fearful ? 
 
 Mary. Well, it certainly is. Did you have them in your 
 hand when you came in here ? 
 
 Lou. I'm noth thure. I think tho. 
 
 Gen. Oh, glory ! Get busy, girls ! 
 
 {They hunt for the slippers.') 
 
 Esther. Perhaps you left them in the auto. 
 
 Mary (^finding thefn). No, she didn't ! Here they are ! 
 
 (J^ives them to Cind., who puts them on.) 
 
 Lou. Well, I'm thankful. Girlths, you don't thee my 
 thilver coin-purth, do you ? I don't thee where I puth it. 
 
 Gen. Oh, good-night ! 
 
 Mary. Miss Nichols ! 
 
 Gen. Well, I don't care. Miss Montgomery's belongings 
 are getting on my nerves. 
 
 Lou. Yeth, they do on mine. Ith thirtinly fearful. 
 
 Mary {taking the purse from the table). Here's your 
 purse. 
 
 Lou. Oh, thank you. 
 
 Esther {taking a handkerchief from one of the chairs). 
 And your handkerchief. 
 
 Lou. {taking it). Oh, my goodneth ! {In despair.) Ith 
 no uthe. 
 
 Gen. Girls, I hear an auto ! 
 
 Mary. Oh, gracious, it may be the seniors ! 
 
 Esther. Come on ! 
 
 {They gather up their things.) 
 
 Edna. Take ^.ilia's things ! 
 Lou. Yeth ! Thirtinly ! 
 
20 A MODERN CINDERELLA 
 
 {Takes CiND.'s boots and coat. All exeunt , r.) 
 
 Gen, {looking back from door). Oh, do be careful, Miss 
 O'Brien. Remember what is at stake ! 
 
 {There is a slight pause. Cind. tries to busy herself about 
 the room. Hazel enters, l. She wears an evening dress, 
 a long cape and a lace cap. She is very nervous and 
 glances about doubtfully.) 
 
 Hazel. Is this the reception-room ? 
 
 Cind. No, this is a private dining-room. The reception- 
 room is across the hall, on the other side. {Indicates r. exit.) 
 
 Hazel. Well, it will be all right if I wait here a few min- 
 utes, won't it? Has any one been asking for me? My name 
 is Fiske. 
 
 Cind. I don't know. I will inquire, if you like. 
 
 Hazel. Yes, do so, please. \_Exit Cind., l. 
 
 (Gen. looks cautiously in at r. Looks very much surprised 
 when she sees Hazel. Enters.) 
 
 Gen. Why, Miss Fiske, what are you doing way out here ? 
 
 Hazel {indignantly). Well, I think I might ask that ques- 
 tion myself. 
 
 Gen. {in surprise). I didn't mean to offend you. Cer- 
 tainly you may ask and I will answer if you will promise not to 
 give us away. Miss O'Brien of our class discovered that the 
 senior committee is coming here to-night and 
 
 Hazel. Coming here? Oh, heaven! Mrs. Mitford is 
 coming with them ! 
 
 Gen. Well, doesn't she know you are here ? 
 
 Hazel {sharply). No, she doesn't ! 
 
 Gen. Miss Fiske, of course it isn't anything to me, but are 
 you on your way to that party you spoke of? 
 
 Hazel. Yes, I am, if you must know. Mr. Harris is to 
 meet me here. The maid has gone to inquire if he has come. 
 
 Gen. {thoughtfully). Well, come over in the reception- 
 room with me. The maid will let you know when he comes. 
 You surely don't want to run into the senior party. 
 
 Hazel. No, I don't. Thank you. You are very kind, 
 I'm sure. \They exeunt, r. 
 
 Enter Cind., l. Gen. reenters, r. 
 
 Gen. Has a young man come for Miss Fiske ? 
 
A MODERN CINDERELLA 21 
 
 CiND. No, not yet. Doesn't she belong in our class ? 
 
 Gen. Yes, she does, and she is perfectly crazy. She has 
 come way out here alone to meet a young man and go to a 
 party when Aunt Amy told her she couldn't come. She will 
 be sent home as sure as fate ! I will hold onto her some way, 
 and if he comes you send him away. We will have to get 
 Miss Fiske out of this mess if we can, but you have to handle 
 her with gloves. She is awfully touchy. I think perhaps you 
 can do the most toward helping her because she didn't recog- 
 nize you. 
 
 CiND. No, she didn't, and the seniors won't if she didn't, 
 because they hardly know me by sight. I will do the best I 
 can to get rid of Mr. Harris. You will stay fairly near, won't 
 you ? I may not have a chance to run far with the banner. 
 
 Gen. Oh, never fear. We'll be as near as we dare to be. 
 
 CiND. I hear another auto. 
 
 {Goes to door at l. and listens,') 
 
 Gen. Do you suppose they have come ? 
 
 CiND. {after a pause). Yes, they have. I can hear Miss 
 Mitford's voice. She is asking about supper. {A bell rings.) 
 That's my bell to go down. 
 
 Gen. {laughing). Good-night ! 
 
 (Gen. exits, r. Cind. exits, L. Slight pause. She reenters 
 followed by Mrs. M., Miss St. Eustis, Paul., Avis, 
 Enid, Ethel, Dor. and Lucile. They wear evening 
 dresses and wraps.) 
 
 Paul, {looking about). Oh, this room will do nicely, {To 
 Cind.) About how long do you think it will be before we can 
 have supper ? 
 
 (Miss St. E. looks at Cind. with much interest, and 
 Mrs. M. regards her curiously.) 
 
 Cind. I don't know exactly, but I don't believe it will take 
 very long. I will take your things for you, and then I will ask 
 when you can be served. Did you give an order? 
 
 Paul. Yes. Let me help you, Miss St. Eustis. 
 
 Lucile. And let me. 
 
 {They assist Miss St. E. 7vith her things.) 
 
 Avis. And I will look after Mrs. Mitford. 
 Mrs. M. Thank you. 
 
22 A MODERN CINDERELLA 
 
 (Ethel places a large box on one of the chairs. All re- 
 move their wraps, which Cind. hangs on the coat-tree. 
 She exits, l.) 
 
 Enid {looking after her). Did you ever see such a cute 
 girl? 
 
 All. Never ! 
 
 Avis. She's perfectly dear. 
 
 Miss St. E. She is more than that. 
 
 Mrs. M. She reminds me of some one. 
 
 Miss St. E. She has a face and a natural manner which 
 make me want to pick her up and run away with her. 
 
 Paul. Is it hard to pose, Miss St. Eustis ? 
 
 Miss St. E. Well, yes, very tiresome for those who can 
 do it at all. There is seldom a girl who makes a good model. 
 When you see one you are crazy to take immediate possession. 
 
 Ethel. Oh, girls, isn't this the best ever? 
 
 Enid. Yes, but not so exciting as it might be. Just think, 
 Mrs. Mitford, Pauline has been so clever that not a girl suspects 
 we are here. 
 
 Mrs. M. Are you sure of that ? 
 
 Dor. Absolutely. The juniors have gone to the Ritz and 
 the sophomores to Montclair's. 
 
 Lucile (with a gesture toward the box). I guess we won't 
 have any need of the lunch, Pauline. 
 
 Miss St. E. Lunch ? Did you bring a box of lunch ? 
 
 All. Yes. 
 
 Avis. You see, Pauline didn't dare to telephone out that 
 we were coming, for we have had dozens of girls watching us 
 all day. 
 
 Paul. And I was afraid we might not be able to get a 
 supper when we got here. And I wasn't taking any chances. 
 
 Miss St. E. {highly amused). Mrs. Miiford, there is no 
 place that I ever enjoy visiting as I do your school. 
 
 Mrs. M. That's good news, I'm sure. 
 
 Enter Cind., l. 
 
 Cind. You will have to wait about half an hour for what 
 you have ordered. Mr. Randall says there is a fine view from 
 the tower, and as there is a moon he thinks you might enjoy 
 going up there. He has gone up with the key to open up for 
 you. 
 
 All. How lovely ! Isn't that great ! 
 
A MODERN CINDERELLA 23 
 
 Mrs. M. Very kind of him, I'm sure. Shall we go right 
 up? 
 
 CiND. Yes'm. Straight ahead, up the stairs. 
 
 \^They exeunt, l. 
 
 (Gen. comes to door, r,, and looks in, then enters cautiously.) 
 
 Gen. They have really come ? 
 
 CiND. Yes, they are up in the tower. 
 
 Gen. Hazel Fiske is fit to be tied. Did the young man 
 come for her ? 
 
 CiND. Yes, and he has gone again. (Edna, Esther, 
 Mary and Lou. enter, r. ) My goodness! If you girls are 
 going to float around here this way, we will be pretty sure to 
 be caught. 
 
 Gen. Yes, that's right ! It's ridiculous ! You have no 
 right to come out here. 
 
 Edna. Neither have you. 
 
 Gen. Well, I just wanted to know if the seniors had really 
 come. 
 
 Esther. Well, don't you suppose we wanted to know, too? 
 
 Lou. They have ! {Looks at coat-tree.) Thath Pauline 
 Mithford's cape. 
 
 Mary (walking about). Where do you suppose the ban- 
 ner is ? 
 
 Cind. I haven't the least idea. 
 
 Gen. (itnpatiently). We couldn't touch it now if we did 
 know. Do go back, girls ! 
 
 Edna {going to box on the chair). What's this? 
 
 {Lifts the cover.) 
 
 Mary. A box of lunch ! 
 
 Esther. Who said lunch? I'm starved ! 
 
 Lou. Tho am I ! Ith thumthin fearful ! 
 
 Mary. Why in the world did they bring a lunch ? 
 
 Cind. Perhaps they thought they couldn't get supper here. 
 
 Mary. Well, aren't they going to? 
 
 Cind. Yes. 
 
 Edna. Then they don't need the lunch. 
 
 Esther. Just look at it all ! 
 
 Cind. You should have a great respect for that box of 
 lunch. I suspect that my mother put it up, and that is how 
 she happened to know where the seniors were coming. 
 
24 A MODERN CINDERhLLA 
 
 Gen. Pauline made all her arrangements so well I don't see 
 how she ever came to mention the name of their meeting place 
 even to your mother, 
 
 Lou. Thereth alwayth a weak thpot in every campaign. 
 
 Edna. Well, the weakest spot in this one is my stomach. 
 We will just relieve the seniors of their lunch. 
 
 {Takes the box up.') 
 
 Esther. Oh, this is like stealing candy from a kid. 
 Cind. {alarmed). Oh, do you think it's safe to do that ? 
 Edna. Sure ! They'll never miss it until they come to go 
 home. 
 
 Esther. Come on ! 
 Gen. Yes, do go back ! 
 
 (Esther, Edna, Mary and Lou. exeu7it r., takitig the box 
 with them.) 
 
 Cind. {uneasily). I don't believe they ought to have taken 
 the lunch. 
 
 Gen. Oh, let them swallow box and all, if they will only 
 stay out of here. 
 
 Enter Hazel, r. 
 
 Hazel {to Cind.). Hasn't Mr. Harris come yet? 
 
 Cind. {innocently). Why, are you still here? Yes, he 
 came, but I didn't know what had become of you. I told him 
 you were here but had gone. He wanted to know where, but 
 of course I hadn't the least idea. 
 
 Hazel. Stupidity ! Why didn't you inquire for me ? 
 What am I going to do ? 
 
 Gen. Why don't you go back to school ? The quicker you 
 go the better for you, I can tell you that. 
 
 Hazel. I don't thank you for any advice, but as long as 
 you are so exceedingly wise you might suggest a way for me to 
 go back. 
 
 Gen. Why, how did you get out here ? 
 
 Hazel. In an auto I hired in Fairview. I told the chauf- 
 feur he needn't wait, for I knew Mr. Harris would take me 
 back. Probably he has gone on to the party. I might be abie 
 to get him on the telephone. 
 
 Gen. {decidedly). I want you to listen to me, Miss Fiske. 
 You have practically told me to mind my own business, but I 
 
A MODERN CINDERELLA 25 
 
 don't believe you know what you are getting yourself into. If 
 you have always done as you pleased you will find that you 
 can't do it here. The girls you are associating with now don't 
 do the sort of thing you have done to-night. You took a terri- 
 ble chance when you came out here, and if Aunt Amy finds it 
 out she will send you home. Perhaps you don't care if she 
 does, but if you do care you had better get back to Fairview 
 as fast as you can. 
 
 Hazel. But how can I get there ? 
 
 Gen. Well, I think possibly we can manage to take you 
 back with us. Come over in the other room with the girls and 
 keep out of sight. 
 
 Hazel. But you said the girls 
 
 Gen. Yes, the girls will probably despise yon, but it's your 
 only chance, and they will stand by you no matter what they 
 think of you. If you care about our opinion you will have to 
 find a way of making good. Are you coining? 
 
 Hazel [beginning to cry). There doesn't seem to be any- 
 thing else for me to do. You are the most disagreeable girl I 
 ever met in my life. 
 
 Gen. Thanks. 
 
 CiND. (^froni door ai h.). They're coming ! 
 
 Gen. Come on ! Quick ! \^Exif, r., with Hazel. 
 
 Enter Mrs. M., Miss St. E., and seniors, l. Cind. arranges 
 the table for supper. 
 
 Miss St. E. Here's a piano. With so many young ladies 
 I should think we might have music while we wait. 
 
 Paul. Yes, every one plays and Doris sings. 
 
 Dor. And Pauline and Avis can do the very latest maxixe. 
 
 Avis. And Enid recites. 
 
 Ethel. That leaves me to do the playing. I can go first 
 and have it over with. 
 
 i^She goes to the piano. ^ 
 
 Paul, {going to the coat- tree and taking a banner frofn her 
 coat). Where shall I put the banner? 
 
 Enid. It doesn't make any difference. We are absolutely 
 safe. 
 
 (Paul, places the banner in a conspicuous place. A varied 
 programme may be introduced if desired. The last num- 
 ber a popular song in which all the girls join. During 
 
26 A MODERN CINDERELLA 
 
 this song CiND. steals the ban?ier and exits r. Mrs. M. 
 is the only one who notices her.) 
 
 Mrs. M. {at the conclusion of the song). Girls, your ban- 
 ner is gone. 
 
 All {in astonishment). Gone? 
 
 Paul, {laughing). You took it ! 
 
 Mrs. M. No, I'm not joking. Some girl stole your banner 
 while you were singing. 
 
 All. Who ? 
 
 Mrs. M. I'm not sure that I know. 
 
 Paul. Don't stand here and talk ! Run ! 
 
 {They start for door, l. Avis is the first to reach it.) 
 
 Avis. There they go ! They are freshmen ! 
 
 All. Freshmen ? 
 
 Avis {outside). Yes, that's Esther Barnes ! 
 
 [^Exeunt girls, l. 
 Miss St. E. Oh, don't stay here ! Let us follow and see 
 the fun. 
 
 Mrs. M. Very well. As you like. \_They exeunt, l. 
 
 (Mary and Lou. rush in r.) 
 
 Lou. Oh, my goodneth ! My goodneth ! I'm jeth abouth 
 dead ! 
 
 Mary. Don't say a word ! Isn't this awful? And we are 
 all separated. Where do you suppose Gene is ? 
 
 Lou. I'm thure I don't know. The latht I thaw of her she 
 wath eatin' a ham thandwith and runnin' down the backth 
 thtairs. Maybe she thoked to death. {Looks out, l.) Oh, 
 Mith Mithford ith coming ! 
 
 {They rush to door, r.) 
 
 Mary. And Miss Ames that way ! 
 
 Lou. We're cauth ! 
 
 Mary. Not by a good deal ! Come ! 
 
 {They hide behind the coat-tree, the girls' things hiding them 
 from view. Paul, enters, l. Dor. enters, k., followed 
 by Avis and Enid.) 
 
 Paul. No luck ? 
 
 Avis. No ! We've been way down-stairs, through the cor- 
 
A MODERN CINDERELLA 27 
 
 ridor and up on this side. The girl who had the banner had 
 a light coat on. I thought I was going to get her, but she 
 gave me the shp. 
 
 Enter Miss St. E. , l, , with a red slipper in her hand. 
 
 Miss St. E. Miss Mitford, find the owner of this slipper 
 and you will have the girl who stole the banner. She lost it 
 on the stairs and didn't dare to stop and pick it up. 
 
 Avis. Who does that belong to ? 
 
 Enid. Isn't it pretty? 
 
 Paul, {examining the slipper^. That came out of our Dra- 
 matic Club box ! Well, the nerve of this year's freshmen ! 
 Come on ! Don't stand here ! For goodness' sake catch some 
 one ! There's probably six of them around. 
 
 \_Exeunt girls, h., followed by Miss St. E. 
 
 Mary [coming forward cautiously). That was a close 
 shave. 
 
 Lou. (following her). I never wath tho exthited in my 
 life! 
 
 Enter CiHT)., r. She wears a long light coat. She carries 
 the banner and has lost a slipper. 
 
 CiND. Thank heaven, you are here ! Miss Montgomery, 
 where are my boots ? 
 
 Lou. Your booth ? Goodneth ! I don't know. Didth I 
 have them ? 
 
 CiND. Yes, I saw them in your hand, and I should have 
 had sense enough to have taken them away from you. 
 
 Lou. Thath rigth, you should. I haven't the leath idea. 
 
 CiND. Well, I'll have to go with one slipper. It isn't safe 
 to wait a minute. They'll have me and recapture their ban- 
 ner. Miss Nichols should have stayed near the door. 
 
 Mary. Well, you see we were eating lunch and we had no 
 idea that you were going to capture the banner so early. 
 
 Enter Hazel, l. 
 
 Hazel. Oh, dear, I met Mrs. Mitford face to face. There's 
 no getting out of this mess now. Oh, why did I ever come ! 
 
 Mary (from door, l.). Here comes the seniors full force ! 
 
 Lou. (from door, r.). And the girlths are comin' thith 
 way. Oh, quickth ! We're goin* to meeth ! 
 
 ( Waves her hands to indicate the meeting.) 
 
28 A MODERN CINDERELLA 
 
 CiND. {quickly). No, don't go. Stay where you are ! 
 (Futs banner into Hazel's hand.) Give this banner to Miss 
 Nichols. 
 
 Hazel. I don't understand. 
 
 CiND. Never mind. It will save you. Give it to Gene in 
 full sight of the seniors. 
 
 (CiND. takes refuge behind the coat-tree just as the seniors 
 enter, L., followed by Mrs. M. and Miss St. E., who 
 still carries the red slipper iti her ha?id. ) 
 
 Paul, (rushing for Hazel). At last ! 
 
 Enter Gen., Edna afwrtT Esther, r. 
 
 Hazel (placing the banner in Gen.'s hand just as Paul, 
 reaches her). Miss Nichols ! 
 
 Gen. (delighted as she grasps the banner). Ours ! 
 
 Paul. Yes, yours ! I give up ! (She tries to hide her dis- 
 appointment.) Gene, I congratulate you. You have accom- 
 plished what no other freshman class ever tried to do before. 
 
 (Turns to Hazel.) To you, Miss — er Who is this 
 
 young lady. Gene ? 
 
 Gen. {who is looking about for Cind., answers impatiently). 
 Miss Fiske. 
 
 Paul. To you, Miss Fiske, are all the honors. You have 
 accomplished what no girl of any class has ever been able to 
 do. Your class is greatly indebted to you. The juniors 
 would think it was a pretty wonderful thing to enjoy the privi- 
 leges of the seniors. I don't know how the freshmen can feel 
 about it. 
 
 Miss St. E. (coming forward). Miss Fiske, will you oblige 
 me by trying on this slipper ? 
 
 Hazel (in surprise). Are you in earnest ? 
 
 Miss St. E. Yes, I am. 
 
 Hazel. Is this one of the customs of the occasion ? 
 (Tries the slipper.) It doesn't fit. It is too small. 
 
 Miss St. E. The young lady who captured the banner was 
 wearing that shoe. You can all see that it is not Miss Fiske to 
 whom you should accord the honors. 
 
 Hazel (to Paul.). Miss Mitford, that is true. I didn't 
 steal the banner. Miss O'Brien captured it, and to her belong 
 all the honors. I didn't have anything to do with this affair. 
 She placed the banner in my hand and gave her chance to me 
 
A MODERN CINDERELLA 29 
 
 to save me. I came out here against your mother's orders to 
 meet a young man and attend a party. 
 
 Mrs. M. Why, Miss Fiske, is it possible that 
 
 Gen. {breaking iri). Oh, Aunt Amy, it took lots of courage 
 for Miss Fiske to own up to that. I told her if you knew that 
 you would send her home, and we were trying to help her be- 
 cause she is really sorry that she came. Oh, please promise 
 that you won't send her home. 
 
 Mary ^ r Please, Mrs. Mitford ! 
 
 Edna I , , ti, \ \ Yes, do ! 
 
 Lou. f VOSetner). < Y\&z.v\i do, Mrs. Mithford ! 
 
 Esther J I Oh, please promise ! 
 
 Mrs. M. {to Hazel). Do you want another chance ? 
 
 Hazel. Indeed I do ! 
 
 Mrs. M. Very well, we wiJl talk about it to-morrow. 
 
 Paul, {to Gen.). You say that — er — Miss O'Brien — cap- 
 tured the banner ? 
 
 Gen. Yes, Cinderella O'Brien. 
 
 Seniors. Where is she ? 
 
 Lou. I think thee ith hanginth on the coath-tree. 
 
 Gen. (^pulling Cind. forward^. Come out here, Cin- 
 derella ! 
 
 Seniors. Our waitress ? 
 
 Gen. Yes, she planned everything, serving and all. To 
 her belongs all the credit. 
 
 Paul. So this is Miss O'Brien. 
 
 Mrs. M. {^gently removing Cind.'s wig). No, this is Miss 
 O'Brien. 
 
 Miss St. E. And she has lost a slipper. {Hands Cind. 
 the slipper.') I think you will find that this one fits. Mrs. 
 Mitford, will you lend me this little girl for two or three after- 
 noons every week, that is if I can make satisfactory arrange- 
 ments with her ? 
 
 Mrs. M. I will be glad to if you will promise not to keep 
 her. Miss O'Brien is very valuable to me. 
 
 Miss St. E. {to Cind.). And some afternoon you can bring 
 these freshmen out to the studio with you for supper. 
 
 Paul. It's no use. You freshmen have landed on your 
 feet. There is only one thing left that I can do. Will you all 
 stay to supper with us ? 
 
 Gen. {coolly). Well, we have already eaten your lunch 
 
 Seniors {looking toward the chair where the box was). 
 What? 
 
30 A MODERN CINDERELLA 
 
 Gen. But we can manage a little supper as well. 
 
 Avis (J?i despair^. We might as well give up ! 
 
 CiND. And I will serve the supper just as we planned. 
 
 Paul. Indeed you will not 1 You will sit at the head of 
 the table in the place of honor. Believe me, we seniors know 
 how to take defeat and we one and all doff our hats to " A 
 Modern Cinderella." 
 
 (She leads Cind. io the head of the table. The others follow 
 as the curtain falls.) 
 
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