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CINDERELLA.
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either of yon, said Mrs. Homer, pouring out tea. So
Polly
and the Chimney-EK.
"Can either of yon young women put on this shoe!"
and Bhoda went, followed by Tommy Tomkms
asked the horseman, pulling a slender glass dipper from
his breast, and holding it
up in the sunlight.
" Mercy on us I Pm sure I eanV exclaimed Polly
Hopkins; bat Bhoda, seating herself upon the ground,
began to pull off her boot, saying to the Qiimcey-
Hf:
" I know I can't get it on, but Pd like to try."
"Of coarse you would, being a young woman,"
replied he. "Why, thafs Cinderella's slipper, and
nobody but Cinderella can wear it. Her fairy godmother
has taken care of that."
]So, I can't wear it," said Bhoda, hastily returning
the slipper to the young man, who rode off with it, while
she, as hastily lacing on her own boot, whispered to the
Chimney-Elf:
u Let us go and see Cinderella, before the man with
the slipper finds her out."
"Very well: spread the carpet!" and in a moment
more the two friends had lost sight of Mrs. Homers
cottage, and were softly set down in the corner of a
great dark dirty kitchen paved with stone, and dismal
to the last degree. At the farther end of this kitchen
ins a large open fire-place, with a coal fire in one end of
it,
and a heap of cinders in the other.
Upon this pile of