Since there had to be this play about a little movie usher who goes out under the bright lights to pose as a lady, and since she had to be just a little girl "with a great big heart and no one to put in it," though withal a knowing little girl, Miss Hayes in the one person to play the good fairy. Between her one good turn a day and her one good man a night she keeps her audience pleasantly amused, especially by her trick of beginning to talk in rapturous innocence and then coming out with the darndest things. The men who call forth this piquant display are less interesting, except for Mr. Connolly as the crusty and poverty-stricken lawyer whom she picks at random from the telephone book when the situation seems to call for a husband. Very entertainingly his fortunes look up for a time as the incredible little Cindarella sends a rich client his way. But the promised legal practice vanishes at a fairy's caprice, and even the new pencil-sharpener has to be returned.

There is a happy-ending epilogue tacked on to a play that should have ended with the deflation of the third act. It is the eccentric cynicism in Molnar that lends zest to the piece; and in this frothy concoction of honey and bitters there should have been no bonbons served at the last.