The Poor Child Was The Drudge Of

Once Upon A Time There Was A Widow Who Had Two Daughters. The Elder Was So Much Like Her, Both In Looks And Character, That Whoever Saw The Daughter Saw The Mother.

For You Know That I Myself Am A Labyrinth, Where One Easily Gets Lost.

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 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.

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.