Everychild - A Story Which The Old May Interpret to the Young and Which the Young May Interpret to the Old by Louis Dodge
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Seeing what her mother's intention was, Cinderella cried in a mournful
tone, "Oh, mother!" But her mother stamped her foot violently. "In with you!" she cried. Whereupon she removed a key from its peg on the wall and unlocked the closet door. With one movement she forced Cinderella into the closet. Then she locked the door and replaced the key on its peg. "Unless the child is a witch in disguise--which I shouldn't put apast her, for how else should she get the silks and jewels she wore to-night?--she'll not be able to show her face again until I come to let her out. I _wore a gracious manner_, did I?--and she knew me instantly in spite of it! There's a dutiful child for you. A dutiful child? A shameless hussy!" And the furious creature blew out the candle on the mantel and left the room. You could hear her slam the door. A faint cry of distress came from the locked closet: "Mother--mother!" In the darkness Everychild's voice could be heard speaking cautiously, "Wait, Cinderella--wait until I can make a light." The voice from the closet was heard again: "Mother--mother!" And then Everychild's voice: "I must make a light, so that I can find the key!" For the last time Cinderella's voice could be heard faintly--"Mother!" |
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