The king’s son conducted her to the most honourable seat, and soon after took her out to dance with him.  She both moved and danced so gracefully, that every one admired her still more than before, and she was thought the most beautiful and accomplished lady they ever beheld.  After some time a delicious collation was served up; but the young prince was so busily employed in looking at her, that he did not eat a morsel.  Cinderella seated herself near her sisters, paid them a thousand attentions, and offered them a part of the oranges and sweetmeats with which the prince had presented her, while they on their part were quite astonished at these civilities from a lady whom they did not know.  As they were conversing together, Cinderella heard the clock strike eleven and three quarters.  She rose from her seat, curtesied to the company, and hastened away as fast as she could.  As soon as she got home she flew to her godmother, and, after thanking her a thousand times, told her she would give the world to be able to go again to the ball the next day, for the king’s son had entreated her to be there.  While she was telling her godmother every thing that had happened to her at the ball, the two sisters knocked a loud rat-tat-tat at the door; which Cinderella opened.  “How late you have stayed!” said she, yawning, rubbing her eyes, and stretching herself, as if just awakened out of her sleep, though she had in truth felt no desire for sleep since they left her.  “If you had been at the ball,” said one of her sisters, “let me tell you, you would not have been sleepy.  There came thither the handsomest, yes, the very handsomest princess ever beheld!  She paid us a thousand attentions, and made us take a part of the oranges and sweetmeats the prince had given her.”  Cinderella could scarcely contain herself for joy:  she asked her sisters the name of this princess, to which they replied, that nobody had been able to discover who she was; that the king’s son was extremely grieved on that account, and had offered a large reward to any person who could find out where she came from.  Cinderella smiled, and said:  “How very beautiful she must be!  How fortunate you are!  Ah, could I but see her for a single moment!  Dear Miss Charlotte, lend me only the yellow gown you wear every day, and let me go to see her.”  “Oh! yes, I warrant you; lend my clothes to a Cinderbreech!  Do you really suppose me such a fool?  No, no; pray, Miss Forward, mind your proper business, and leave dress and balls to your betters.”  Cinderella expected some such answer, and was by no means sorry, for she would have been sadly at a loss what to do if her sister had lent her the clothes that she asked of her.