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           "Howlongyouhavestayed,"criedshe,gaping,rubbinghereyes,andstretchingherselfasifshehadbeenjustawakedoutofhersleep;shehadnot,however,anymannerofinclinationtosleepsincetheywentfromhome. 

           "Ifthouhadstbeenattheball,"saidoneofhersisters,"thouwouldstnothavebeentiredwithit; therecamethitherthefinestPrincess,themostbeautifuleverwasseenwithmortaleyes; sheshewedusathousandcivilities,andgaveusorangesandcitrons."Cinderillawastransportedwithjoy; sheaskedthemthenameofthatPrincess; buttheytoldhertheydidnotknowit; andthattheKing’ssonwasveryanxioustolearnit,andwouldgivealltheworldtoknowwhoshewas. AtthisCinderilla,smiling,replied: 

           "Shemustthenbeverybeautifulindeed; Lord!howhappyhaveyoubeen; couldnotIseeher? Ah!dearMissCharlotte,dolendmeyouryellowsuitofcloathswhichyouweareveryday!" 

           "Ay,tobesure! "criedMissCharlotte,"lendmycloathstosuchadirtyCinder-breechasthouart; who’sthefoolthen?" 

           Cinderilla,indeed,expectedsomesuchanswer,andwasverygladoftherefusal; forshewouldhavebeensadlyputtoit,ifhersisterhadlentherwhatsheaskedforjestingly. 

           Thenextdaythetwosisterswereattheball,andsowasCinderilla,butdressedmoremagnificentlythanbefore.