For You Know That I Myself Am

After A Hundred Years The Son Of The King Then Reigning, Who Was Of Another Family From That Of The Sleeping Princess, Was A-hunting On That Side Of The Country, And He Asked What Those Towers Were Which He Saw In The Middle Of A Great Thick Wood.

The Poor Child Was The Drudge Of The Household, And Was Always In The Wrong. He Was, However, The Most Bright And Discreet Of All The Brothers; And If He Spoke Little, He Heard And Thought The More.

The Next Day The Two Sisters Went To The Ball, And So Did Cinderella, But Dressed More Magnificently Than Before. The King's Son Was Always By Her Side, And His Pretty Speeches To Her Never Ceased.

The Prince, Charmed With These Words, And Much More With The Manner In Which They Were Spoken, Knew Not How To Show His Joy And Gratitude; He Assured Her That He Loved Her Better Than He Did Himself.

The King's Son, Who Was Told That A Great Princess, Whom Nobody Knew, Was Come, Ran Out To Receive Her. He Gave Her His Hand As She Alighted From The Coach, And Led Her Into The Hall Where The Company Were Assembled.