ever seen!"

Cinderella looked at her sisters now, one after the other. Her eyes
seemed to caress them. "Ah, tell me about her," she said.

Said the first sister: "She first came last night--and then again
to-night. She came late, from nobody knew where in an equipage the
like of which was never seen before. She came late and left early."

Cinderella forgot herself a little. "Yes, I know," she said, "but
where----"

"How should _you_ know?" demanded the second sister sharply.

Cinderella hastened to say, "I mean--tell me more about her."

It was the first sister's turn to speak. "We could never describe
her," she said. "Her eyes--they were like certain bright flowers
shining in the dusk . . ."

"Oh, were they!" cried Cinderella softly.

And now the second sister said, "And her form--it was like a young
poplar tree in the wind . . ."

"Oh, how good of you to tell me!" cried Cinderella.

The first sister could scarcely wait to say, "And her dress--it was
like dew on the grass!"