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Title: Cinderella

Author: Anonymous

Release Date: November 3, 2007 [EBook #23303]

Language: English

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CINDERELLA

GEORGE ROUTLEDGE AND SONS,
LONDON AND NEW YORK.

Kronheim & Co., London.

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[Illustration]

CINDERELLA:

OR,

THE LITTLE GLASS SLIPPER.

There was, many years ago, a gentleman who had a charming lady for his
wife. They had one daughter only, who was very dutiful to her parents.
But while she was still very young, her mamma died, to the grief of her
husband and daughter. After a time, the little girl's papa married another
lady. Now this lady was proud and haughty, and had two grown-up daughters
as disagreeable as herself; so the poor girl found everything at home
changed for the worse.

But she bore all her troubles with patience, not even complaining to her
father, and, in spite of her hard toil, she grew more lovely in face and
figure every year.

Now the King's son gave a grand ball, and all persons of quality were
invited to it. Our two young ladies were not overlooked. Nothing was now
talked of but the rich dresses they were to wear.

At last the happy day arrived. The two proud sisters set off in high
spirits. Cinderella followed them with her eyes until the coach was out
of sight. She then began to cry bitterly. While she was sobbing, her
godmother, who was a Fairy, appeared before her.

[Illustration]

"Cinderella," said the Fairy, "I am your godmother, and for the sake of
your dear mamma I am come to cheer you up, so dry your tears; you shall go
to the grand ball to-night, but you must do just as I bid you. Go into the
garden and bring me a