's son. Behind him came a herald, bearing a velvet cushion, upon
which rested a little glass slipper. The herald blew a blast upon the
trumpet, and then read a proclamation saying that the King's son would
wed any lady in the land who could fit the slipper upon her foot, if she
could produce another to match it.

Of course, the sisters tried to squeeze their feet into the slipper, but
it was of no use--they were much too large. Then Cinderella shyly begged
that she might try. How the sisters laughed with scorn when the Prince
knelt to fit the slipper on the cinder maid's foot; but what was their
surprise when it slipped on with the greatest ease, and the next moment
Cinderella produced the other from her pocket! Once more she stood
in the slippers, and once more the sisters saw before them the lovely
Princess who was to be the Prince's bride. For at the touch of the magic
shoes the little gray frock disappeared forever, and in place of it she
wore the beautiful robe the fairy Godmother had given to her.

The sisters hung their heads with sorrow and vexation; but kind little
Cinderella put her arms round their necks, kissed them, and forgave them
for all their unkindness, so that they could not help but love her.

The Prince could not bear to part from his little love again, so he
carried her back to the palace in his grand coach, and they were married
that very day. Cinderella's stepsisters were present at the feast, but
in the place of honor sat the fairy Godmother.

So the poor little cinder maid married the Prince, and in time they came
to be King and Queen, and lived happily ever after.

FANNY'S TELEPHONE ORDER.

Little Fanny Desmond was a dear child, and, like a good many other
little children, she liked to do whatever she saw the grown people do.

She would listen with great interest when she saw her mother use the
telephone. She was especially surprised when her mother ordered things,
and later in the day they would be brought to the house.

"I wish I had a telephone of my own," she said to her papa. "Mama just
puts her mouth up to that funny thing, and gets whatever she asks for.
Yesterday she asked somebody to send us ice-cream for dinner, and sure
enough, it came."

Papa laughed. "It does seem a very convenient thing," he said. "I will
try to arrange one for you." So papa took a horn which had been put away
in a closet and hung it up where Fanny could talk into it. "There, that
shall be your own