The king’s son soon came up to her, and took her by the hand and danced with her and no one else; and he never left her hand; but when any one else came to ask her to dance, he said, “This lady is dancing with me.”  Thus they danced till a late hour of the night, and then she wanted to go home:  and the king’s son said, “I shall go and take care of you to your home;” for he wanted to see where the beautiful maid lived.  But she slipped away from him unawares, and ran off towards home, and the prince followed her; but she jumped up into the pigeon-house and shut the door.  Then he waited till her father came home, and told him that the unknown maiden who had been at the feast had hidden herself in the pigeon-house.  But when they had broken open the door they found no one within; and as they came back into the house, Cinderella lay as she always did, in her dirty frock by the ashes, and her dim little lamp burnt in the chimney; 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 laid them beneath the tree, that the bird might carry them away, and had seated herself amid the ashes again in her little old frock.

The next day, when the feast was again held, and her father, mother, and sisters were gone, Cinderella 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, every one 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 any one asked her to dance, he said as before, “This lady is dancing with me.”  When night came she wanted to go home; and the king’s son followed her as before, that he might see into what house she went; but she sprang away from him, all at once, into the garden behind her father’s house.  In this garden stood a fine large pear tree full of ripe fruit; and Cinderella, not knowing where to hide herself, jumped up into it without being seen.  Then the king’s son could not find out where she was gone, but waited till her father came home, and said to him, “The unknown lady who danced with me has slipped away, and I think she must have sprung into the pear tree.”  The father thought to himself, “Can it be Cinderella?” So he ordered an axe to be brought; and they cut down the tree, but found no one upon it.  And when they came back into the kitchen, there lay Cinderella in the ashes as usual; for she had slipped down on the other side of the tree, and carried her beautiful clothes back to the bird at the hazel tree, and then put on her little old frock.

The third day, when her father and mother and sisters were gone she went again into the garden, and said—–­

      “Shake, shake, hazel tree,
      Gold and silver over me!”