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 much in the style of the strange Princess’s gown as possible. Cinderella, of course, knew better than either of them what that style was, but nothing she could do was right, and she was very glad when at last the time came for them to go and she was alone in the house.

It was a quarter to seven, and as yet there was no sign of her godmother. Anxiously Cinderella watched the clock, the hands of which had never seemed to move so slowly before, and she was just beginning to despairof the old woman’s coming when she heard a cough behind her, and, turning quickly, saw her standing in the doorway.

“Ha-ha!” said the old woman, smiling. “You were getting impatient, I see ! Well, well, I will not chide