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And Grettel is such a simpleton, really. She keeps saying 'Think of something else for us to play, Cinderella think of something else. She never thinks of anything herself. Neither does Hansel, nor any of them." She sighed and glanced back the way she had come, and it was to be noted that the sound of playing had not been resumed. It was the Sleeping Beauty who replied.
"Ah! that's like Cinderella," laughed Wanda. "Will the stroke of the clock change all the carriages in Paris into pumpkins? One can get 'fiacres' at any hour." "But it is a fixed rule: I must be in," repeated Jacqueline, growing very uneasy. "Must you really? Madame Saville says it is very easy to manage those nuns " "What? Do you know Madame Saville, who was boarding at the convent last winter?"
When Englishmen and Englishwomen are little boys and girls, they listen with open ears to the tales of Golden-hair and the three Bears, of Cinderella and the Prince, and of the Wolf and Little Red Riding Hood. As the boys and girls grow up, the stories fade gradually from their minds. But a time comes when they have children of their own.
Being at a loss for a coachman, Cinderella said, "I will go and see if there is not a rat in the rat-trap we may make a coachman of him." "You are right," replied her godmother; "go and look." Cinderella brought the rat-trap to her, and in it there were three huge rats.
Of course she took no count of the time, and was gaily dancing to the tune of 'Money in Both Pockets, with an agreeable partner, when the horn sounded at the end of the street. Like an Irish Cinderella, away flew Sydney in her muslin gown and pink shoes and stockings, followed by her admirers, laden with her portmanteau and bundle of clothes.
Cinderella hastened to the pantry, and there found the mice as the faëry had said, which she brought to the old lady, who told her to lift up the door of the trap but a little way and very gently, so that only one of the mice might go out at a time.
Marjorie stopped short and stared unbelievingly at the shabbily clothed figure, but Cinderella had now torn off her mask and was fumbling with trembling eagerness in the pocket of her apron. "Here it is, Marjorie, dear! I never dreamed you had one like it. No wonder you felt dreadfully that day. Look at it." She thrust a small glittering object into Marjorie's limp hand.
But I have hidden it so carefully that the smaller people, and many larger folk, will never find it out, and meantime the book may be read straight on, like "Cinderella," or "Blue-Beard," or "Hop-o'my-Thumb," for what interest it has, or what amusement it may bring. Having said this, I return to Prince Dolor, that little lame boy whom many may think so exceedingly to be pitied.
For Cinderella to attend the Bradley-Martin ball clothed in rags would be embarrassing both to herself and the company. The woman who must work for a living has little time for the diversions of the wealthy; and is usually too proud to accept costly social courtesies which she cannot repay in kind.
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