turn, and they are very happy."

Then Marilla glanced around the gallery. That was well lighted and had
a cushioned seat against the wall. Groups were sitting together or
rambling about. And a great circular room, down stairs lighted by a
magnificent chandelier whose prisms seemed in constant motion and
rayed off every imaginable color with a faint musical sound.

"Oh! oh! oh!" and her eyes were full of tears though her lips smiled.

"Now we will go down," said godmother.

That was by another way. But this place was a perfect land of delight.
She had never read of anything like it, but the Arabian Nights had not
come in her way. Some were dancing about informally, some talking and
laughing. There were the most elegantly attired boys in silks and
velvets made in all pretty fashions. Silk stockings and light colored
pumps, jackets trimmed with frills of lace, some with satin trousers
wide enough for petticoats at the bottom and blue velvet sailor
collars. There was no end of fancy attire.

"This is to be your knight, Sir Aldred. And this is the new
Cinderella. Take good care of her until the Prince comes."

He bowed with most enchanting grace.

"There are so many of them!" he said, as he took her hand, "But she is
the prettiest of them all."

The knight gave her hand a little squeeze and she turned rosy red.

"Come this way," and he led her along. It was odd to be introduced as
Cinderella, but everybody was so sweet and cordial that she kept
smiling and bowing.

Presently a cluster of bells sounded and everybody fell into line
along the outer edge of the beautiful building. It was a grand march
and the tapping of the feet seemed like an encore to the music. Then
the first couple stepped out on the floor. Everybody dances in fairy
land that is presided over by godmothers. Oh, it was just enchanting!

"Are you tired?" Sir Aldred asked presently.

"Oh, no, I never imagined anything so utterly delightful. And the
splendid dressing. Are there many Cinderellas here?" a little
timidly.

"Oh, yes. They love to come, but the new one always dances with the
Prince. He will come in presently for you."

"Oh, I shall feel afraid." She really felt tears rushing to her eyes.

"No, you will not, for he is truly most delightful, a regular Prince
Charming. You see, it is different in fairy land. You forget for
awhile who you have been. That's the charm of it. And you're such a
lovely dancer."

"And--and--is there any gl