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MOONFOLK.
cinders sat a young girl dressed in ragged and dirty old
clothes ;
her feet bare, and her hair uncombed, her face
unwashed, and her work sadly neglected all about her.
Leaning her chin upon her hand, and fixing her eyes
upon the fire, this untidy young person was saying half
aloud :
" It's too bad, altogether too bad The prince said I
!
was the prettiest girl he ever saw, and I
know I'm ever
so much better-looking than my sisters, or any other lady
at the ball. It's real mean that I should have to waste
my life here in the kitchen. I was made for something
better than housework, and I think it's too bad."
"Hoity-toity, what's all this!" exclaimed the fairy
godmother, sailing down the chimney, and twisting her
head this way and that, to see if she had got her clothes
dirty in the passage.
" Made for something better than
housework, were you, my dear ? We'll see about that.
I didn't think, when I was so kind as to take you out for
a bit of pleasure two or three nights, that it was going to
turn your head like this, and spoil the very qualities that
made me pity you. Look at this kitchen now ! Look
at those di^ty dishes ! See the cat licking the roastingspit
! See the yeast all working over the floor ;
and
the kettle not filled, although
it's tea-time already
!
Why, Cinderella, you're just as bad as your sisters, the
moment you get the chance. The only reason that you
have been patient, and industrous, and amiable so far, is
that you never have dreamed of anything beyond your