That was by another way. But this place was a perfect land of delight. She had never read of anything like it, but the Arabian Nights had not come in her way. Some were dancing about informally, some talking and laughing. There were the most elegantly attired boys in silks and velvets made in all pretty fashions. Silk stockings and light colored pumps, jackets trimmed with frills of lace, some with satin trousers wide enough for petticoats at the bottom and blue velvet sailor collars. There was no end of fancy attire.
“This is to be your knight, Sir Aldred. And this is the new Cinderella. Take good care of her until the Prince comes.”
He bowed with most enchanting grace. 11
“There are so many of them!” he said, as he took her hand, “But she is the prettiest of them all.”
The knight gave her hand a little squeeze and she turned rosy red.
“Come this way,” and he led her along. It was odd to be introduced as Cinderella, but everybody was so sweet and cordial that she kept smiling and bowing.
Presently a cluster of bells sounded and everybody fell into line along the outer edge of the beautiful building. It was a grand march and the tapping of the feet seemed like an encore to the music. Then the first couple stepped out on the floor. Everybody dances in fairy land that is presided over by godmothers. Oh, it was just enchanting!
“Are you tired?” Sir Aldred asked presently.
“Oh, no, I never imagined anything so utterly delightful. And the splendid dressing. Are there many Cinderellas here?” a little timidly.
“Oh, yes. They love to come, but the new one always dances with the Prince. He will come in presently for you.” 12