said she; “you who have nothing to wear, no clothes at all, and who cannot even dance—you want to go to the ball?” And when she kept on begging, to get rid of her, she said at last, “I will throw this basinful of peas into the ash heap, and if you have picked them all out in two hours’ time you shall go to the feast too.” Then she threw the peas into the ashes; but the little maiden ran out at the back door into the garden, and cried out—