The Mayor’s daughter, who had chosen the character of a goose-girl, looked so like a true one that one could hardly dream she ever was anything else.  She was, ordinarily, a slender, dainty little lady rather tall for her age.  She now looked very short and stubbed and brown, just as if she had been accustomed to tend geese in all sorts of weather.  It was so with all the others—­the Red Riding-hoods, the princesses, the Bo-Peeps and with every one of the characters who came to the Mayor’s ball; Red Riding-hood looked round, with big, frightened eyes, all ready to spy the wolf, and carried her little pat of butter and pot of honey gingerly in her basket; Bo-Peep’s eyes looked red with weeping for the loss of her sheep; and the princesses swept about so grandly in their splendid brocaded trains, and held their crowned heads so high that people half-believed them to be true princesses.

But there never was anything like the fun at the Mayor’s Christmas ball.  The fiddlers fiddled and fiddled, and the children danced and danced on the beautiful waxed floors.  The Mayor, with his family and a few grand guests, sat on a dais covered with blue velvet at one end of the dancing hall, and watched the sport.  They were all delighted.  The Mayor’s eldest daughter sat in front and clapped her little soft white hands.  She was a tall, beautiful young maiden, and wore a white dress, and a little cap woven of blue violets on her yellow hair.  Her name was Violetta.

The supper was served at midnight—­and such a supper!  The mountains of pink and white ices, and the cakes with sugar castles and flower gardens on the tops of them, and the charming shapes of gold and ruby-coloured jellies.  There were wonderful bonbons which even the Mayor’s daughter did not have every day; and all sorts of fruits, fresh and candied.  They had cowslip wine in green glasses, and elderberry wine in red, and they drank each other’s health.  The glasses held a thimbleful each; the Mayor’s wife thought that was all the wine they ought to have.  Under each child’s plate there was a pretty present and every one had a basket of bonbons and cake to carry home.

At four o’clock the fiddlers put up their fiddles and the children went home; fairies and shepherdesses and pages and princesses all jabbering gleefully about the splendid time they had had.

But in a short time what consternation there was throughout the city.  When the proud and fond parents attempted to unbutton their children’s dresses, in order to prepare them for bed, not a single costume would come off.  The buttons buttoned again as fast as they were unbuttoned; even if they pulled out a pin, in it would slip again in a twinkling; and when a string was untied it tied itself up again into a bowknot.  The parents were dreadfully frightened.  But the children were so tired out they finally let them go to bed in their fancy costumes and thought perhaps they would come off better in the morning.  So Red Riding-hood went to bed in her little red cloak holding fast to her basket full of dainties for her grandmother, and Bo-Peep slept with her crook in her hand.