“Oh, I shall feel afraid.” She really felt tears rushing to her eyes.
“No, you will not, for he is truly most delightful, a regular Prince Charming. You see, it is different in fairy land. You forget for awhile who you have been. That’s the charm of it. And you’re such a lovely dancer.”
“And—and—is there any glass slipper?”
She seemed to remember something about that.
“That’s in the story. The Prince isn’t looking for a wife now. And you couldn’t dance in a stiff glass slipper. It might shiver to pieces. What pretty little feet you have! And such a lovely curly head.”
It seemed quite delightful to be praised and she was glad she pleased him.
Then there was a curious quivering about the place as if every one was drawing a long breath, and the lights were mysterious, while all the little bells twinkled. And there stood the Prince.
He was taller than any of the others and very handsome. As for his attire, I couldn’t begin to describe it, it was so resplendent with silk and velvet and jewels. 13
Sir Aldred led the little lady up to him and said: “This is Cinderella.”
The Prince bowed and pressed a kiss upon her hand and she was glad it was lily white and not rough and red.