So she shook two dishes of peas into the ashes; but the little maiden
went out into the garden at the back of the house, and cried as
before--

"Hither, hither, through the sky.
Turtle-doves and linnets, fly!
Blackbird, thrush, and chaffinch gay,
Hither, hither, haste away!
One and all, come help me quick,
Haste ye, haste ye--pick, pick, pick!"

Then first came two white doves in at the kitchen window; and next
came the turtle-doves; and after them all the little birds under
heaven came chirping and hopping about, and flew down about the ashes;
and the little doves put their heads down and set to work, pick, pick,
pick; and then the others began to pick, pick, pick; and they put
all the good grain into the dishes, and left all the ashes, Before
half-an-hour's time all was done, and out they flew again. And then
Cinderella took the dishes to her mother, rejoicing to think that she
should now go to the ball. But her mother said, "It is all of no use,
you cannot go, you have no clothes, and cannot dance, and you would
only put us to shame:" and off she went with her two daughters to the
feast.

Now when all were gone, and nobody left at home, Cinderella went
sorrowfully and sat down under the hazel-tree, and cried out--

"Shake, shake, hazel tree,
Gold and silver over me!"