And she thought, ‘She will never be able to do that.’
When her Step-mother had thrown the dishes of lentils among the ashes, the girl went out through the back door, and cried, ‘Ye gentle doves, ye turtle doves, and all ye little birds under heaven, come and help me,
‘The good into a dish to throw,
The bad into your crops can go.’
Then two white doves came in by the kitchen window, and were followed by the turtle doves, and all the other little birds under heaven, and in less than an hour the whole had been picked up, and they had all flown away.
Then the girl carried the dish to her Step-mother, and was delighted to think that she would now be able to go to the ball.
But she said, ‘It’s not a bit of good. You can’t go with us, for you’ve got no clothes, and you can’t dance. We should be quite ashamed of you.’
Thereupon she turned her back upon her, and hurried off with her two proud daughters.
As soon as every one had left the house, Ashenputtel went out to her mother’s grave under the hazel-tree, and cried: