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"What you going to stop off at the Public Liberry for?" asked Freddie. "I'm going to get a great big picture book," returned the little girl. "'Bout Cinderella?" questioned her brother. "No. I'm going to get a picture book with all kinds of stories in it." "We can't stop now!" yelled out Laddie. "We're three blocks past the liberry already." "Well, then I won't bother," answered Flossie.
"O yes, dear godmother," replied Cinderella; and then, with a good deal of hesitation, added, "but how can I make my appearance among so many finely-dressed people in these mean-looking clothes?" "Give yourself no uneasiness about that, my dear; the most laborious part of our task is already accomplished, and it will be hard if I cannot make your dress correspond with your coach and servants."
Deming was getting upset, confused besides by his inadequate vocabulary. "I don't know in German, but in English we say Secretary of the Cinderella Cotillion Coterie." "Ah, you say Secretary. It is English." And an enlightened satisfaction furrowed the hardened face of the interlocutor. Then, abruptly to Deming's relief: "You may go." As Jim rose to leave he found a court flunkey at either elbow.
On the 7th of September he arrived in Prague. His first view of Caroline was as she sang the Cinderella on the stage. The sight of her was too much; he broke down and ran home. But still, as director, he must frequently meet her in more or less familiar situations. And as for her, she later confessed that she was suffering even more than Carl.
On this second night, as you have taken notice, dazzled by worldly show and the pleasing flattery of her royal lover, Cinderella over-stays her time, and is compelled to make her way back to her father's house on foot and in rags an everlasting lesson to all the pretty little Cinderellas in the world to keep their word, and to act in good faith by such as befriend them.
Go you to the theatre in what is called a wet season, and perhaps after sitting through a dull five-act tragedy and two farces, your first solicitude is about the weather, and as if to increase the vexation, you cannot see the sky for a heavy portico or blind; then the ominous cry of "carriage, your honour" "what terrible event does this portend" and you have to pick your way, with your wife like Cinderella after the ball, through an avenue of link-boys and cadmen, and hear your name and address bawled out to all the thieves that happen to be present.
There is the chivalrous lesson of "Jack the Giant Killer"; that giants should be killed because they are gigantic. It is a manly mutiny against pride as such. For the rebel is older than all the kingdoms, and the Jacobin has more tradition than the Jacobite. There is the lesson of "Cinderella," which is the same as that of the Magnificat exaltavit humiles.
They all looked at Cinderella, who hesitated and then said reluctantly "If I could just have a little marmalade and seed-cake " The giant said nothing at all; and at last Everychild spoke: "I'm not particular," he said. "Just anything that happens to be convenient." This response pleased Aladdin best of all. He said, "Well, I'll wish for you."
No, she doesn't whip me." "Or perhaps she tries to lose you," said Everychild. "You were really in a dreadful state, you know, as you came running along the road." But Cinderella continued to speak musingly, as if to herself. "She doesn't whip me.
Perhaps it was because she was the pessimist the quite cheerful pessimist of the family, that she was by far the cleverest and most industrious at the housework. If it was her fate to be Cinderella, she might as well make the best of it, with a cynical endurance and good-humour, and be Cinderella with a good grace. Probably the only glass slipper in the family had already fallen to Esther.
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