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For she had run as quickly as she could through the pigeon-house

and on to the hazel-tree, and had there taken off her beautiful

clothes, and put them beneath the tree, that the bird might carry

them away, and had lain down again amid the ashes in her little

grey frock.

The next day when the feast was again held, and her father,

mother, and sisters were gone, Ashputtel went to the hazel-tree,

and said:

'Shake, shake, hazel-tree, Gold and silver over me!'

And the bird came and brought a still finer dress than the one

she had worn the day before. And when she came in it to the ball,

everyone wondered at her beauty: but the king's son, who was

waiting for her, took her by the hand, and danced with her; and

when anyone asked her to dance, he said as before, 'This lady is

dancing with me.'