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 they were very willing she should do. As she was doing this, they said to her Cinderilla, would you not be glad to go to the ball? Ah! said she, you only jeer me, it is not for such as I am to go to balls. Thou art in the right of it, replied they; it would make the people laugh to see a Cinderbreech at a ball. Any one but Cinderilla would have dressed their heads awry; but she was very good and dressed them perfectly well. They were almost two days without eating, so much were they transported with joy; they broke a dozen of laces, in trying to be laced up close, that they might have a fine slender shape.

At last the happy day came, they went to court, and Cinderilla followed them with her eyes as long as she could, and when she had lost sight of them, she fell a crying.

Her god-mother, who saw her all in tears asked her what was the matter? I wish I couldI wish I could. She was not able to speak the rest, being interrupted by her tears and sobbing. This god-mother of her’s, who was a fairy, said to her, Thou wishest thou couldest go to the ball? Is it not so? Y—es, cried Cinderilla, with a great sigh. Well said her godmother, be but a good girl, and I will contrive that thou shalt go; run into the garden, and bring me a pompion. Cinderilla went immediately, gathered the finest she could get and brought it to her godmother; but was not able to imagine how this pompion could make her go to the ball. Her god-mother scooped out all the inside of it, leaving nothing but the rind; which done, she struck it with her wand, and the pompion was instantly turned into a fine coach, gilt all over with gold.