Then Cinderella came and she took her clumsy shoe off, and put on the golden slipper, and it fitted as if it had been made for her. And when he drew near and looked at her face the prince knew her, and said, “This is the right bride.”
Then he took Cinderella on his horse and rode away. And when they came to the hazel-tree the white dove sang—
“Prince! prince! take home thy bride,
For she is the true one that sits by thy side!”