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.”

“Shiver and quiver, my little tree, Silver and gold throw down over me.”

And now the bird threw down to her a dress which was more splendid and magnificent than any she had yet had, and the slippers were golden. And when she went to the festival in the dress, no one knew how to speak for astonishment. The King’s son danced with her only, and if anyone invited her to dance, he said, “She is my partner.”