Then she went and looked in the mouse-trap, where she found six mice all alive. She told Cinderella to lift the door of the mouse-trap a little, and as each mouse came out she gave it a tap with her wand, whereupon it was transformed into a fine horse. So that here was a fine team of six dappled mouse-grey horses. But she was puzzled to know how to provide a coachman. 'I will go and see,' said Cinderella, 'if there is not a rat in the rat-trap. We could make a coachman of him.' 'Quite right,' said her godmother, 'go and see.' Cinderella brought in the rat-trap, which contained three big rats. The fairy chose one specially on account of his elegant whiskers. As soon as she had touched him he turned into a fat coachman with the finest moustachios that ever were seen. 'Now go into the garden and bring me the six lizards which you will find behind the water-butt.' No sooner had they been brought than the godmother turned them into six lackeys, who at once climbed up behind the coach in their braided liveries, and hung on there as if they had never done anything else all their lives. Then said the fairy godmother: 'Well, there you have the means of going to the ball. Are you satisfied?' 'Oh, yes, but am I to go like this in my ugly clothes?' Her godmother merely touched her with her wand, and on the instant her clothes were changed into garments of gold and silver cloth, bedecked with jewels. After that her godmother gave her a pair of glass slippers, the prettiest in the world. [Illustration: '_Her godmother found her in tears_'] Thus altered, she entered the coach. Her godmother bade her not to stay beyond midnight whatever happened, warning her that if she remained at the ball a moment longer, her coach would again become a pumpkin, her horses mice, and her lackeys lizards, while her old clothes would reappear upon her once more. She promised her godmother that she would not fail to leave the ball before midnight, and away she went, beside herself with delight. [Illustration: '_Away she went_'] The king's son, when he was told of the arrival of a great princess whom nobody knew, went forth to receive her. He handed her down from the coach, and led her into the hall where the company was assembled. At once there fell a great silence. The dancers stopped, the violins played no more, so rapt was the attention which everybody bestowed upon the superb beauty of the unknown guest. Everywhere could be heard in confused whispers: 'Oh, how beautiful she is!' The king, old man as he was, could not take his eyes off her, and whispered to the queen that it was many a long day since he had seen any one so beautiful and charming. All the ladies were eager to scrutinise her clothes and the dressing of her hair, being determined to copy them on the morrow, provided they could find materials so fine, and tailors so clever.