The King's son had waited until she
came, and instantly took her by the hand and danced with no one but
her. When others came and invited her, he said, "She is my partner." When
evening came she wished to leave, and the King's son followed her and
wanted to see into which house she went. But she sprang away from him,
and into the garden behind the house. Therein stood a beautiful tall
tree on which hung the most magnificent pears. She clambered so nimbly
between the branches like a squirrel that the King's son did not know
where she was gone. He waited until her father came, and said to him,
"The stranger-maiden has escaped from me, and I believe she has climbed
up the pear-tree." The father thought, "Can it be Cinderella?" and had an
axe brought and cut the tree down, but no one was on it. And when they got
into the kitchen, Cinderella lay there amongst the ashes, as usual, for
she had jumped down on the other side of the tree, had taken the beautiful
dress to the bird on the little hazel-tree, and put on her grey gown.
On the third day, when the parents and sisters had gone away, Cinderella
went once more to her mother's grave and said to the little tree---
"Shiver and quiver, my little tree,
Silver and gold throw down over me.
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