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Cinderella
by
The head-waiter played a violent tattoo on the back of the chair in his delight, and balanced and bowed.
“Ah, we are very proud and pleased that we can induce Madam to make so great exceptions,” he declared. “The committee will be most happy. We will send a carriage for Madam, and a bouquet for Madam also,” he added grandly, as one who was not to be denied the etiquette to which he plainly showed he was used.
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“Will we come?” cried Van Bibber, incredulously, as he and Travers sat watching Grahame make up in his dressing-room. “I should say we would come. And you must all take supper with us first, and we will get Letty Chamberlain from the Gaiety Company and Lester to come too, and make them each do a turn.”
“And we can dance on the floor ourselves, can’t we?” asked Grahame West, “as they do at home Christmas-eve in the servants’ hall, when her ladyship dances in the same set with the butler and the men waltz with the cook.”
“Well, over here,” said Van Bibber, “you’ll have to be careful that you’re properly presented to the cook first, or she’ll appeal to the floor committee and have you thrown out.”
“The interesting thing about that ball,” said Travers, as he and Van Bibber walked home that night, “is the fact that those hotel people are getting a galaxy of stars to amuse them for nothing who wouldn’t exhibit themselves at a Fifth Avenue dance for all the money in Wall Street. And the joke of it is going to be that the servants will vastly prefer the banjo solo by hall-boy Number Eight.”
Lyric Hall lies just this side of the Forty-second Street station along the line of the Sixth Avenue Elevated road, and you can look into its windows from the passing train. It was after one o’clock when the invited guests and their friends pushed open the storm-doors and were recognized by the anxious committee-men who were taking tickets at the top of the stairs. The committee-men fled in different directions, shouting for Mr. Paul, and Mr. Paul arrived beaming with delight and moisture, and presented a huge bouquet to Mrs. West, and welcomed her friends with hospitable warmth.
Mrs. West and Miss Chamberlain took off their hats and the men gave up their coats, not without misgivings, to a sleepy young man who said pleasantly, as he dragged them into the coat-room window, “that they would be playing in great luck if they ever saw them again.”
“I don’t need to give you no checks,” he explained: “just ask for the coats with real fur on ’em. Nobody else has any.”
There was a balcony overhanging the floor, and the invited guests were escorted to it, and given seats where they could look down upon the dancers below, and the committee-men, in dangling badges with edges of silver fringe, stood behind their chairs and poured out champagne for them lavishly, and tore up the wine-check which the barkeeper brought with it, with princely hospitality.
The entrance of the invited guests created but small interest, and neither the beauty of the two English girls nor Lester’s well-known features, which smiled from shop-windows and on every ash-barrel in the New York streets, aroused any particular comment. The employees were much more occupied with the Lancers then in progress, and with the joyful actions of one of their number who was playing blind-man’s-buff with himself, and swaying from set to set in search of his partner, who had given him up as hopeless and retired to the supper-room for crackers and beer.
Some of the ladies wore bonnets, and others wore flowers in their hair, and a half-dozen were in gowns which were obviously intended for dancing and nothing else. But none of them were in decollete gowns. A few wore gloves. They had copied the fashions of their richer sisters with the intuitive taste of the American girl of their class, and they waltzed quite as well as the ladies whose dresses they copied, and many of them were exceedingly pretty. The costumes of the gentlemen varied from the clothes they wore nightly when waiting on the table, to cutaway coats with white satin ties, and the regular blue and brass-buttoned uniform of the hotel.