But, for the poor unhappy girl, the

But, for the poor unhappy girl, there was nothing at all. No dresses, only her stepsisters' hand-me-downs. No lovely dishes, nothing but scraps. No rest and no comfort. She had to work hard all day. Only when evening came was she allowed to sit for a while by the fire, near the cinders. That's why everybody called her Cinderella.

But, for the poor unhappy girl, there was nothing at all. No dresses, only her stepsisters' hand-me-downs. No lovely dishes, nothing but scraps. No rest and no comfort. She had to work hard all day. Only when evening came was she allowed to sit for a while by the fire, near the cinders. That's why everybody called her Cinderella.

But for the, poor, unhappy girl there was nothing at all. No dresses only her, stepsisters' hand-me-downs. No, lovely dishes. Nothing but scraps. No rest and no comfort. She had to work hard all day. Only when evening came was she allowed to sit. For a while by the fire near the, cinders. That 's why everybody called her Cinderella.