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She did not know that she was a Cinderella, as she knelt on the floor putting on Miss Ada Marsh's satin slippers. She had never even thought of such a possibility, and if any one had mentioned it to her she would have opened her big brown eyes very wide, and felt inclined to regard the suggestion as a rather foolish joke. In her own humble opinion she was not a person of the very least importance, being only little Gretel Schiller, whom nobody seemed to care very much about, and who lived with Mrs. Marsh, because there didn't seem to be any other place for her to live. It seemed to her quite natural that she should make herself useful in the family, considering -- as Mrs. Marsh frequently reminded her -- that her half-brother, who lived in China, paid very inadequately for her support. But this evening her heart was beating fast and she was regarding Miss Ada Marsh with more interest than usual for was not that young lady actually going to fairy-land?
The slippers were small, and Miss Ada's feet were large, so that the task of getting them on was a more difficult one than might have been at first supposed.