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shiver and quiver, little tree,
silver and gold throw down over me.
Then the bird threw a gold and silver dress down to her, and
slippers embroidered with silk and silver. She put on the dress
with all speed, and went to the wedding. Her step-sisters and the
step-mother however did not know her, and thought she must be a
foreign princess, for she looked so beautiful in the golden dress.
They never once thought of cinderella, and believed that she was
sitting at home in the dirt, picking lentils out of the ashes. The
prince approached her, took her by the hand and danced with her.
He would dance with no other maiden, and never let loose of her
hand, and if any one else came to invite her, he said, this is my
partner.
She danced till it was evening, and then she wanted to go home.
But the king's son said, I will go with you and bear you company,
for he wished to see to whom the beautiful maiden belonged.
She escaped from him, however, and sprang into the
pigeon-house. The king's son waited until her father came, and
then he told him that the unknown maiden had leapt into the
pigeon-house. The old man thought, can it be cinderella. And
they had to bring him an axe and a pickaxe that he might hew
the pigeon-house to pieces, but no one was inside it. And when they
got home cinderella lay in her dirty clothes among the ashes, and
a dim little oil-lamp was burning on the mantle-piece, for
cinderella had jumped quickly down from the back of the pigeon-house
and had run to the little hazel-tree, and there she had taken off
her beautiful clothes and laid them on the grave, and the bird had
taken them away again, and then she had seated herself in the
kitchen amongst the ashes in her grey gown.
Next day when the festival began afresh, and her parents and
the step-sisters had gone once more, cinderella went to the
hazel-tree and said -
shiver and quiver, my little tree,
silver and gold throw down over me.
Then the bird threw down a much more beautiful dress than on
the preceding day. And when cinderella appeared at the wedding
in this dress, every one was astonished at her beauty. The king's
son had waited until she came, and instantly took her by the hand
and danced with no one but her. When others came and invited
her, he said, this is my partner. When evening came she wished
to leave, and the king's son followed her and wanted to see into
which house she went. But she sprang away from him, and into
the garden behind the house. Therein stood a beautiful tall tree on
which hung the most magnificent pears. She clambered so nimbly
between the branches like a squirrel that the king's son did not
know where she was gone. He waited until her father came, and
said to him, the unknown maiden has escaped from me, and I
believe she has climbed up the pear-tree. The father thought,
can it be cinderella. And had an axe brought and cut the
tree down, but no one was on it. And when they got into the
kitchen, cinderella lay there among the ashes, as usual, for she
had jumped down on the other side of the tree, had taken the
beautiful dress to the bird on the little hazel-tree, and put on her
grey gown.
On the third day, when the parents and sisters had gone away,
cinderella went once more to her mother's grave and said to the
little tree -
shiver and quiver, my little tree,
silver and gold throw down over me.
And now the bird threw down to her a dress which was more
splendid and magnificent than any she had yet had, and the
slippers were golden. And when she went to the festival in the
dress, no one knew how to speak for astonishment. The king's son
danced with her only, and if any one invited her to dance, he said
this is my partner.
When evening came, cinderella wished to leave, and the king's
son was anxious to go with her, but she escaped from him so quickly
that he could not follow her. The king's son, however, had
employed a ruse, and had caused the whole staircase to be smeared
with pitch, and there, when she ran down, had the maiden's left
slipper remained stuck. The king's son picked it up, and it was
small and dainty, and all golden. Next morning, he went with it to
the father, and said to him, no one shall be my wife but she whose
foot this golden slipper fits. Then were the two sisters glad,
for they had pretty feet. The eldest went with the shoe into her
room and wanted to try it on, and her mother stood by. But she
could not get her big toe into it, and the shoe was too small for
her. Then her mother gave her a knife and said, cut the toe off,
when you are queen you will have no more need to go on foot. The
maiden cut the toe off, forced the foot into the shoe, swallowed
the pain, and went out to the king's son. Then he took her on his
his horse as his bride and rode away with her. They were
obliged, however, to pass the grave, and there, on the hazel-tree,
sat the two pigeons and cried -
turn and peep, turn and peep,
there's blood within the shoe,
the shoe it is too small for her,
the true bride waits for you.
Then he looked at her foot and saw how the blood was trickling
from it. He turned his horse round and took the false bride
home again, and said she was not the true one, and that the
other sister was to put the shoe on. Then this one went into her
chamber and got her toes safely into the shoe, but her heel was
too large. So her mother gave her a knife and said, cut a bit
off your heel, when you are queen you will have no more need
to go on foot. The maiden cut a bit off her heel, forced
her foot into the shoe, swallowed the pain, and went out to the
king's son. He took her on his horse as his bride, and rode away
with her, but when they passed by the hazel-tree, the two pigeons
sat on it and cried -

shiver and quiver, little tree,

silver and gold throw down over me.

Then the bird threw a gold and silver dress down to her, and

slippers embroidered with silk and silver. She put on the dress

with all speed, and went to the wedding. Her step-sisters and the

step-mother however did not know her, and thought she must be a

foreign princess, for she looked so beautiful in the golden dress.

They never once thought of cinderella, and believed that she was

sitting at home in the dirt, picking lentils out of the ashes. The

prince approached her, took her by the hand and danced with her.

He would dance with no other maiden, and never let loose of her

hand, and if any one else came to invite her, he said, this is my

partner.

She danced till it was evening, and then she wanted to go home.

But the king's son said, I will go with you and bear you company,

for he wished to see to whom the beautiful maiden belonged.

She escaped from him, however, and sprang into the

pigeon-house. The king's son waited until her father came, and

then he told him that the unknown maiden had leapt into the

pigeon-house. The old man thought, can it be cinderella. And

they had to bring him an axe and a pickaxe that he might hew

the pigeon-house to pieces, but no one was inside it. And when they

got home cinderella lay in her dirty clothes among the ashes, and

a dim little oil-lamp was burning on the mantle-piece, for

cinderella had jumped quickly down from the back of the pigeon-house

and had run to the little hazel-tree, and there she had taken off

her beautiful clothes and laid them on the grave, and the bird had

taken them away again, and then she had seated herself in the

kitchen amongst the ashes in her grey gown.

Next day when the festival began afresh, and her parents and

the step-sisters had gone once more, cinderella went to the

hazel-tree and said -

shiver and quiver, my little tree,

silver and gold throw down over me.

Then the bird threw down a much more beautiful dress than on

the preceding day. And when cinderella appeared at the wedding

in this dress, every one was astonished at her beauty. The king's

son had waited until she came, and instantly took her by the hand

and danced with no one but her. When others came and invited

her, he said, this is my partner. When evening came she wished

to leave, and the king's son followed her and wanted to see into

which house she went. But she sprang away from him, and into

the garden behind the house. Therein stood a beautiful tall tree on

which hung the most magnificent pears. She clambered so nimbly

between the branches like a squirrel that the king's son did not

know where she was gone. He waited until her father came, and

said to him, the unknown maiden has escaped from me, and I

believe she has climbed up the pear-tree. The father thought,

can it be cinderella. And had an axe brought and cut the

tree down, but no one was on it. And when they got into the

kitchen, cinderella lay there among the ashes, as usual, for she

had jumped down on the other side of the tree, had taken the

beautiful dress to the bird on the little hazel-tree, and put on her

grey gown.

On the third day, when the parents and sisters had gone away,

cinderella went once more to her mother's grave and said to the

little tree -

shiver and quiver, my little tree,

silver and gold throw down over me.

And now the bird threw down to her a dress which was more

splendid and magnificent than any she had yet had, and the

slippers were golden. And when she went to the festival in the

dress, no one knew how to speak for astonishment. The king's son

danced with her only, and if any one invited her to dance, he said

this is my partner.

When evening came, cinderella wished to leave, and the king's

son was anxious to go with her, but she escaped from him so quickly

that he could not follow her. The king's son, however, had

employed a ruse, and had caused the whole staircase to be smeared

with pitch, and there, when she ran down, had the maiden's left

slipper remained stuck. The king's son picked it up, and it was

small and dainty, and all golden. Next morning, he went with it to

the father, and said to him, no one shall be my wife but she whose

foot this golden slipper fits. Then were the two sisters glad,

for they had pretty feet. The eldest went with the shoe into her

room and wanted to try it on, and her mother stood by. But she

could not get her big toe into it, and the shoe was too small for

her. Then her mother gave her a knife and said, cut the toe off,

when you are queen you will have no more need to go on foot. The

maiden cut the toe off, forced the foot into the shoe, swallowed

the pain, and went out to the king's son. Then he took her on his

his horse as his bride and rode away with her. They were

obliged, however, to pass the grave, and there, on the hazel-tree,

sat the two pigeons and cried -

turn and peep, turn and peep,

there's blood within the shoe,

the shoe it is too small for her,

the true bride waits for you.

Then he looked at her foot and saw how the blood was trickling

from it. He turned his horse round and took the false bride

home again, and said she was not the true one, and that the

other sister was to put the shoe on. Then this one went into her

chamber and got her toes safely into the shoe, but her heel was

too large. So her mother gave her a knife and said, cut a bit

off your heel, when you are queen you will have no more need

to go on foot. The maiden cut a bit off her heel, forced

her foot into the shoe, swallowed the pain, and went out to the

king's son. He took her on his horse as his bride, and rode away

with her, but when they passed by the hazel-tree, the two pigeons

sat on it and cried -