“I CAN’T CALL YOU BELLA,” I said, “since it isn’t your name. And Dulcie seems so unfamiliar. So it’s got to be Cinderella. Cinderella married the Prince, you remember. I’m not a Prince, but...”
She interrupted me.
“Cinderella warned him, I’m sure. You see, she couldn’t promise to turn into a princess. She was only a little scullion after all...”
“It’s the Prince’s turn to interrupt,” I interpolated. “Do you know what he said?”
“No?”
“Hell! said the Prince... and kissed her!”
And I suited the action to the word.
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THE END
