Cinderella Page #3
- Good morning, Miss Ella.
Good morning, Tom!
Sing sweet...
Hello. Don't mind if I...
What a lovely Chantecler. Well done.
Thanks.
- 'Morning.
- 'Morning.
Thank you, Miss Ella.
You're welcome.
Ella!
Wake up, girls! It's lunch time!
Mornings did not agree
with Ella's stepsisters.
And they lacked accomplishment
in such domestic arts
as keeping house.
In fact, they lacked
accomplishment in any art.
It was a lover and his lass
With a hey, and a ho
And a hey nonino
That o'er the green
corn-field did pass
Sweet lovers love
The spring
Sweet lovers love
The spring
Do shut up.
Ella's great comfort
were the letters that Father
would send from his travels.
The weeks away
lengthened to months,
thoughts from some distant part.
Miss Ella, it's the mail coach!
Until late one afternoon...
Farmer John?
Miss Ella.
It's your father, miss.
He took ill on the road.
He's passed on, miss.
He's gone.
To the end, he spoke only of you, miss.
And your mother.
I was to give you this.
But what about my lace?
My parasol?
Can't you see? None of that matters.
We're ruined.
How will we live?
Thank you.
It must have been very difficult for you.
How indeed to live.
Economies had to be taken.
Ella's stepmother
dismissed the household.
Her stepmother and stepsisters
ever misused her.
And by and by they considered Ella
less a sister than a servant.
And so Ella was left to do all the work.
This was a good thing,
for it distracted her from her grief.
At least that was what
her stepmother said.
And she and her two daughters
were more than happy
to provide Ella
with lots and lots of distraction.
In their defense,
they did share with her
the very food they ate,
or rather, the scraps from their table.
She had little in the way of friends.
Well, her friends were very little.
There you are.
Have dinner with me, won't you?
she treated with an open heart
and an open hand.
Your table.
Sometimes, by the end of the day,
so she lay by the dying
embers of the hearth
to keep warm.
I thought breakfast was ready.
It is, madam.
I'm only mending the fire.
In future, can we not be called
until the work is done?
As you wish.
Ella, what's that on your face?
Madam?
It's ash from the fireplace.
You'll get cinders in our tea.
I've got a new name for her!
Cinderwench.
I couldn't bear to look so dirty.
Dirty Ella.
Cinder-ella!
That's what we'll call you.
Girls, you're too clever.
Who's this for?
Is there someone we've forgotten?
It's my place.
It seems too much
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