Cinderella a quarter to twelve

At a quarter to twelve, Cinderella, remembering her Godmother's instructions, said good-bye to the Prince and came away.

She arrived home just as the clock struck twelve. At once the coachman and footmen turned back into rats and mice, and the coach into a pumpkin; and when the sisters came home a little later, there was Cinderella, dressed in her old shabby frock, sitting in her usual place amongst the cinders.

The two ugly sisters were full of the strange Princess who had come to the ball. They talked about her all the next day, little dreaming that all the while the beautiful lady was their despised sister Cinderella.

In the evening after they had gone again to the ball, the Fairy Godmother made her appearance. Once more Cinderella drove to the Palace in her coach and six; this time arrayed in a still more gorgeous and beautiful dress; and once more the Prince danced with her all the evening.

But when the third night came Cinderella was enjoying herself so much that she quite forgot what her Fairy Godmother had said, until suddenly she heard the clock begin to strike twelve. She remembered that as soon as it finished striking, all her fine clothes would turn to rags again; and, jumping up in alarm, she ran out of the room. The Prince ran after her, trying to overtake her; and Cinderella in her fright ran so fast that she left one of her little glass slippers on the floor behind her.

The Prince stopped to pick it up, and this gave Cinderella time to escape; but she was only just in time. Just as she was crossing the Palace yard, the clock finished striking, and immediately all her finery vanished; and there she was, dressed in her old ragged frock again.

When the Prince came out upon the Palace steps, he could see no sign of the lovely Princess. The guards at the gate told him that nobody at all had passed that way, except a little ragged kitchenmaid; and the Prince had to go back to the ball with only a little glass slipper to remind him of the beautiful lady with whom he was so desperately in love.

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Cinderella

At the end of one hour the work was done, and all flew out again at the windows. Then Cinderella brought the dish to her mother, overjoyed at the thought that now she should go to the feast. But she said, "No, no! Girl, you have no clothes and cannot dance, you shall not go." And when Cinderella begged very hard to go, she said, "If you can in one hour's time pick two of these dishes of peas out of the ashes, you shall go too." And thus she thought she should at last get rid of her. So she shook two dishes of peas into the ashes; but the little maiden went out into the garden at the back of the house, and cried as before—

"Hither, hither, through the sky. Turtle-doves and linnets, fly!

Blackbird, thrush, and chaffinch gay, Hither, hither, haste away!

One and all, come help me quick, Haste ye, haste ye—pick, pick, pick!"

Then first came two white doves in at the kitchen window; and next came the turtle-doves; and after them all the little birds under heaven came chirping and hopping about, and flew down about the ashes; and the little doves put their heads down and set to work, pick, pick, pick; and then the others began to pick, pick, pick; and they put all the good grain into the dishes, and left all the ashes, Before half-an-hour's time all was done, and out they flew again. And then Cinderella took the dishes to her mother, rejoicing to think that she should now go to the ball. But her mother said, "It is all of no use, you cannot go, you have no clothes, and cannot dance, and you would only put us to shame:" and off she went with her two daughters to the feast.

Now when all were gone, and nobody left at home, Cinderella went sorrowfully and sat down under the hazel-tree, and cried out—

"Shake, shake, hazel tree, Gold and silver over me!"

Then her friend the bird flew out of the tree and brought a gold and silver dress for her, and slippers of spangled silk; and she put them on, and followed her sisters to the feast. But they did not know her, and thought it must be some strange princess, she looked so fine and beautiful in her rich clothes; and they never once thought of Cinderella, but took for granted that she was safe at home in the dirt.

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FAVOURITE FAIRY TALES ILLUSTRATED BY JENNIE HARBOUR c 1893 - c 1959. Cinderella Painted by Jennie Harbour.

EDITED BY CAPT. EDRIC VREDENBURG RAPHAEL TUCK &. SONS. LTP Publishers in Their Majesties the King & Queen LONDON & PARIS DESIGNED & PRINTED IN GREAT BRITAIN PHILADELPHIA DAVID MCKAY COMPANY WASHINGTON SQUARE 1921

Cinderella and the glass slippers

The third night the sisters went again to the ball. Then Cinderella said again to the hazel tree:

"Rustle and shake, Dear little tree!
For the king's ball, Once more dress me."

Down came a dress more beautiful than either of the others. With it was a pair of little glass slippers, the prettiest ever seen.

Cinderella, more lovely than ever, was the queen of the ball. The prince danced with her only, and he gave no one else a chance even to speak to her. "I will follow her tonight and see where she lives," he thought.

But she went like the wind, and was soon lost to sight. As she ran, however, she dropped one of her little glass slippers. The prince picked it up, and took it home.

The next morning he sent for a faithful servant.

"Take this slipper," he said, "and find the maiden to whom it belongs. She and she only shall be my bride."

The servant went from house to house with the slipper, but he found no one who could wear it. At last he came to Cinderella's home.

"Whoever can wear this slipper shall be the prince's bride," he said. The stepsisters were glad to hear this, for both had small feet. First, the older went into her mother's room and tried to put on the slipper. She could have worn it if her great toe had not been too large. Her mother handed her a knife, and said, "Cut off your toe, my daughter. When you are the prince's bride, you will not need to walk."

So the girl cut off her toe, and squeezed her foot into the slipper.

"I am ready now to go to the prince," she said to the servant.

But when they came to the hazel tree, the servant heard the dove singing: —

"At your side, at your side, There's blood in the shoe;
This is the wrong bride, At home is the true."

He looked down, and saw that the slipper was indeed full of blood. So he led the maiden back, and handed the slipper to the sister to try. She went into her mother's room to put it on, but she could not get it over her heel.

"Cut a piece off your heel," said her mother. "When you are the prince's bride, you will not need to walk."

So she cut a piece off her heel, and

squeezed her foot into the slipper. Then she went out to meet the prince. But as they passed the hazel tree, the servant heard the dove sing: —

"At your side, at your side, There's blood in the shoe;
This is the wrong bride, At home is the true."

He looked down, and saw blood trickling from the slipper. So he went back to the house, and the king's son went with him.

"Have you no other daughter?" said the prince.

"None," said the father, "except little Cinderella, the daughter of my first wife. She is so smutty that I am ashamed for you to see her."

But the prince would have his way. Cinderella was called, and she came in her poor rags. She bowed low to the prince as she took the slipper from his hand. Then she sat down on a stool. She pulled off her wooden shoe, and put on the slipper with all ease. Then the prince looked full in her face. It was the face of the beautiful maiden with whom he had danced.

"Ah, this is the right bride," he cried.

Then he took Cinderella on his horse, and rode away. As they passed the hazel tree, the little dove sang: —

"At your side, at your side, No blood's in the shoe;
This is the right bride; Coo, coo"

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Title: Grimm's Fairy Tales, Graded supplementary reading series, Volume 2374 of Harvard reading textbooks preservation microfilm project. Illustration by Robert Anning Bell l ( April 14, 1863 – 1933) English artist and designer.

Authors: Jacob Grimm, Wilhelm Grimm. Editor: Edna Henry Lee Turpin. Publisher: Maynard, Merrill, 1903. Original from: Harvard University. Digitized: Mar 23, 2007. Length: 207 pages. Subjects: Fairy tales Readers (Elementary)

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TEXT CREDIT: Grimm's Fairy Tales