She had not seen the figure at the table, bending over the spoons. It
was plain that in imagination she was seeing something far different.
And then she uttered these words (to nobody at all!):

"Oh, the wonder of it, the wonder of it!"

Then something else happened. One of the inner doors opened and a
young lady stood craning her neck so that she could look into the room.
She stood so an instant, and then she was joined by another young lady,
and both came into the room.

They were both simply glorious in party-frocks, though on the skirt of
one the ruffles had been bunched clumsily, and the bodice of the other
was slightly twisted.

They were Cinderella's sisters.

The first sister had opened the door just in time to hear what
Cinderella said; and now she rather cleverly imitated Cinderella's
words and manner--

"'Oh, the wonder of it!' The wonder of what?"

For a moment longer Cinderella gazed into space, her eyes holding a
glorious vision. Then, lowering her gaze and observing her sisters,
she said, a little less fervently, "Oh . . . everything!"

The second sister now spoke. There was a pitying note in her voice as
she said to the first sister, "_As if she had the slightest idea of