Journeys through Bookland : a new and original plan for reading applied to the world's best literature for children . 229 ever, never even tliought of siicli a tliin^, l)iit dideverything she conhl to make them appear several days the sisters had eaten very httle, sogreat was tlicir joy at tlie ai)proach of the hap])yday. They were always hefore the looking-glass,and many a laee they broke in trying to give them-selves fine, slender shapes. At length the much wished-for hour came; theproud young women stepi)ed into the beautiful car-riage, and, followed by servants in rich
Journeys through Bookland : a new and original plan for reading applied to the world's best literature for children . 229 ever, never even tliought of siicli a tliin^, l)iit dideverything she conhl to make them appear several days the sisters had eaten very httle, sogreat was tlicir joy at tlie ai)proach of the hap])yday. They were always hefore the looking-glass,and many a laee they broke in trying to give them-selves fine, slender shapes. At length the much wished-for hour came; theproud young women stepi)ed into the beautiful car-riage, and, followed by servants in rich livery, drovetoward the palace. Cinderella followed them withher eyes as far as she could, but when they were outof sight she sat down in her dusty corner and beganto cry bitterly. Her godmother, coming in just then, saw her intears and asked her what was the matter. PoorCinderella was able to utter scarcely a word, butmanaged to sob out, I wish, w-i-s-h—. JM*^ ^ uiox-j CID 230 Cinderella Cinderellas godmother was a fairy and under-stood at once why the child was crying. Youwish, she said, to go to the ball, Cinderella. Is notthat the truth? Alas, yes, replied the child, sobbing still morethan before. Well, well, be a good girl, said her godmother,and you shall go. Run into the garden and bringme a pumpkin. Cinderella flew like lightning and brought thefinest she could lay hold of. Her godmother scoopedout the inside, leaving nothing but the rind, andthen with the wand which she carried she tappedthe pumpkin gently three times. Instantly itbecame a fine coach shining all over with gold. Shethen looked into the mousetrap, where she saw sixmice, all alive, and running about briskly. Lift up the door of the cage very gently, Cin-derella, she said. As the mice ran out, one by one, the fairy god-mother touched them with the wand, and eachinstantly became a beautiful dapple-gray horse. Here, my child, said the godmother, is a coach,a
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