CINDERELLA
was like that of the fairy mother of a prince, with billowy lace flounces and a delicate waist. There was not an inch of it that did not sparkle with a jewel. And as this little lady stood, fingering her wand and looking lovingly and laughingly at Cinderella, the girl knew not what to do. She could only smile back to those kindly eyes, while, half-dazed, she fell to counting the powdered ringlets of her hair, which was so very beautiful that surely it must have been grown in Fairyland! Then, when she looked again at the wand and saw a bright blue flame issue shimmering from the tip of it, she was certain that the door of Fairyland had opened and some one had stepped out.
'Good evening, my dear,' said the visitant, in the voice and manner of one who could do things. 'Dry your tears and tell me all about it.'
Cinderella was gazing up at her with wonder in her beautiful eyes, though they still brimmed with misery.
'Oh!' she said, choking down her sobs, 'I want—I want to go——,' and then she broke down again and could say no more.
'Ah I you got that want from me, I'll warrant; for I have come on purpose to supply it. You want to go to the ball, my dear; that 's what you want, though you didn't know it before. And you shall. Come, come, dry your eyes, and we'll see about it. I'm your fairy godmother, you know; and your dear mother, whom I knew very well, has sent me to you. That's better, you've got your mother's smile. Ah! how beautiful she was, to be sure, and you—you're her living image. Now to work! Have you any pumpkins in the garden?'
'What an odd question!' thought Cinderella, 'Why pumpkins? But still, why not?' Then she hastened to assure her fairy godmother that there were plenty of them, big and ripe.
Together they went out into the dark garden, and Cinderella led the way to the pumpkin bed.
'There,' said her godmother, pointing with her wand at the finest and largest, 'pick it and bring it along-.'
69
