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“Oh, no, not a fairy; only Cinderella. Last night I was the poor little cinder girl; now my fairy godmothers, two, have touched me with their wands, needles, and I’m so fine even the Prince didn’t know me.” “Like the lazy coward he is,” Billy tartly interrupted. “What’s the harm? She’s on Mr. Potter’s land, and the road’s near.” “Well, Miss Smith, are you alone here?”.