He wasn't very good, but after
awhile he went to kindergarten."

"But how did you get away if you were bound?"

She told the story very simply and how a lovely lady took her in and
she was ill a long while, and she knew this was a fairy godmother, so
she always called her that, because--

"Because what?"

"It was a curious dream I had. Bridget said it was a dream; but it
seemed so real, and I was Cinderella."

"Oh, do tell us!" they pleaded.

"I am afraid it's silly," and she flushed.

"Cinderella is lovely, and did you see the Prince?"

They all looked so eager that she was persuaded. So she began by
sitting in the corner of the kitchen and they listened as if they were
enchanted. She was so vivid it seemed as if her face was transfigured.
Mrs. Warren dropped her sewing and bent forward.

Edith drew a long breath and squeezed the new cousin's hand. "Oh" she
cried, "it's lovelier than the real Cinderella, and you danced with
the Prince? Can you dance--truly?"

"Oh, yes, after that, I used to dance for Bridget. Mrs. Johnson
wouldn't let you, she thought it wicked. It's queer how people think
about things, and I danced for the babies. Mrs. Borden and her sister
went to dancing parties; they didn't think it wrong. It's so
beautiful."

"Our cousins Isabel and Charlie Firth go to dancing school. Mother
thinks I may go next winter. They are teaching it in some schools."

"Children," said Mrs. Warren, "do you know what time it is? You must
go to bed. Marilla you have betwitched us all. And papa will have
hardly time to read his paper. Come. Marilla will not run away, so you
can have her tomorrow night."

Mr. Warren kissed all the little girls and they trooped off.

"You may sleep on the lounge in my room, Edith, and give Marilla your
bed, I can't send her up stairs alone, and now you must not say a word
after your prayers for I know she is clear tired out."

They were generally very good children to mind. Their mother left them
with a good-night kiss. Mr. Warren had rolled his chair nearer the
center table and taken up his paper.

"Mother," he exclaimed, "that Marilla is an unusual child. How
beautifully she describes everything, but the sweetest trait about her
is her utter lack of bitterness. Most children would have been sharp
and disparaging about Mrs. Johnson, but she never uttered a bitter
word. It really was wonderful. I hope that Dr. Richards will give her
a first-class education, and I'd like to s