The Glass Shoe

In the morning Cinderella listened to the stepsisters. They were still talking about the prince. “ He’s in love with that princess, ” Trudy said. “ He’s going to look for her! ” Gert said.

Cinderella brushed away some tears. “ The prince will never find me, ” she thought.

Later the king’s messenger came to town. He blew his trumpet.

Stepmother and the stepsisters ran outside. Cinderella followed them.

“ Hear this, ladies! ” the messenger said. “ The prince found a glass shoe. Every fine lady must try it on. The prince will marry whoever it fits. ”

Gert grinned. “ Maybe the shoe will fit me! ” “ Or me! ” Trudy said. Stepmother glared at them. “ It will fit one of you! ”