“I thought you said there were no other young women here,” said the Prince. “Maybe there is one more,” said Cinderella, stepping into the room. “Are there no other young women in the house?” said the Prince. She tried and tried with all her might, too. Then the second step-sister tried to fit her foot inside. She tried hard, but it just would not fit. The first step-sister tried to place her foot in the glass slipper. “I have two lovely daughters for you to see.” “Get ready! One of you must be the one to fit your foot in that slipper. “At the door!” screamed the other step-sister. “He is coming!” called one step-sister as she looked out the window. And so the Prince moved on.Īt last the Prince came to Cinderella’s house. One young woman after another tried to fit her foot inside the glass slipper. Then I will ask her to be my bride!”įrom hut to hut, from house to house, went the Prince. “And when I find it, I will find her, too. “Somewhere there is the other glass slipper,” he said. He saw that it was made in a special way, to fit a foot like none other. “This is all I have left from her,” he said, looking down at the glass slipper. He looked around but could not see her blue dress anywhere.
He picked up her glass slipper and rushed out the door. “Goodbye!” Cinderella turned one last time. In fact, they danced for so long that Cinderella did not see the clock. They laughed and talked, and they danced some more. “How rude!”īut all the Prince could see was Cinderella. “Why is he dancing all the time with her?” they said. Soon the other maidens at the ball grew jealous. And then they danced again, and yet again. When the song was over, they danced again. “Many things are possible,” said Cinderella, “if you wish them to be true.” “I feel as if I know you,” said the Prince. “I am pleased to meet you now,” said Cinderella with a bow. “I will ask her to dance.” And he walked over to Cinderella. “There is something about her,” said the Prince to himself. Who was that lovely maiden stepping down the stairs? She held her head tall and looked as if she belonged. "Look!" Someone pointed to the front door. Yet after he said “hello,” one by one, he could find nothing more to say. “Look around you! You could not ask for finer maidens than these.” “Why do you have that sad look on your face?” the Queen said to her son. Over at the ball, the Prince did not know what to think. With that, she tapped her wand on Cinderella’s head. “Dear me, all of that is possible,” said the Fairy. “Even if I had something nice to wear," said the girl, "I would have no way to get there." “You do look a bit of a mess, child,” said the Fairy Godmother. “Well, I think you know I want to go to the ball, too.” She looked down at her dirty clothes. “Then let me be the one to say what is possible or not!” “Did I not just show up out of thin air?” “Excuse me!” said the Fairy Godmother in a huff. “But…” said Cinderella, “my wish is impossible.” “Why, your Fairy Godmother, of course! I know your wish. She said aloud, “I wish I could go to the ball, too!”Īll of a sudden, in front of her was a fairy. “Have a good time!” But her stepmother and step-sisters did not turn around to see her. The stepmother and step-sisters hopped inside. Soon the time came for the stepmother and step-sisters to leave for the big party. All of them laughed.Ĭinderella said to herself, “When they look at me, maybe they see a mess. “Such a mess!” They pointed at Cinderella. “Well,” said the girl, “when will I have time to make my own dress for the ball?” “You call that a dress?” screamed the other. She had to make two brand-new gowns for her step-sisters. Maybe the prince would like them!Īt Cinderella’s house, she now had extra work to do. They were wild with joy! They would wear their most beautiful gown and fix their hair extra nice.
All of the young ladies in the land were invited to come. The King and Queen were going to have a ball! It was time for the Prince to find a bride. And that is why they called her “Cinderella.” “What a mess!” her two stepsisters laughed.
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