NO CINDERELLA
Then how she laughed! And when I asked her to do it again she did, even more heartily than before.
"You will always be the same,"—passing the slipper back to me.
"No, I want to be just a little different from now on,"—inscrutably.
She gave me an indescribable glance.
"Give the slipper to me."
"To keep?"
"Yes, to keep. Somehow, I rather fancy I should like to try it on," demurely.
So I gave her the slipper.
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