The girl went through the back door into the garden, and cried, 'Ye gentle doves, ye turtle doves, and all ye little birds under heaven, come and help me, 'The good into a dish to throw, The bad into your crops can go.' Then two white doves came in by the kitchen window, and were followed by the turtle doves, and finally all the little birds under heaven flocked in, chirping, and settled down among the ashes. And the doves gave a nod with their little heads, peck, peck, peck; and then the rest began also, peck, peck, peck, and collected all the good beans into the dish. Scarcely had an hour passed before they had finished, and all flown out again. Then the girl brought the dish to her Step-mother, and was delighted to think that now she would be able to go to the feast with them. But she said, 'No, Ashenputtel, you have no clothes, and cannot dance; you will only be laughed at.' But when she began to cry, the Step-mother said: 'If you can pick out two whole dishes of lentils from the ashes in an hour, you shall go with us.' And she thought, 'She will never be able to do that.' [Illustration: {Ashenputtel goes to the ball.}] When her Step-mother had thrown the dishes of lentils among the ashes, the girl went out through the back door, and cried, 'Ye gentle doves, ye turtle doves, and all ye little birds under heaven, come and help me, 'The good into a dish to throw, The bad into your crops can go.' Then two white doves came in by the kitchen window, and were followed by the turtle doves, and all the other little birds under heaven, and in less than an hour the whole had been picked up, and they had all flown away. Then the girl carried the dish to her Step-mother, and was delighted to think that she would now be able to go to the ball. But she said, 'It's not a bit of good. You can't go with us, for you've got no clothes, and you can't dance. We should be quite ashamed of you.' Thereupon she turned her back upon her, and hurried off with her two proud daughters. As soon as every one had left the house, Ashenputtel went out to her mother's grave under the hazel-tree, and cried: 'Shiver and shake, dear little tree, Gold and silver shower on me.' Then the bird threw down to her a gold and silver robe, and a pair of slippers embroidered with silk and silver. With all speed she put on the robe and went to the feast. But her step-sisters and their mother did not recognise her, and supposed that she was some foreign Princess, so beautiful did she appear in her golden dress. They never gave a thought to Ashenputtel, but imagined that she was sitting at home in the dirt picking the lentils out of the cinders. The Prince came up to the stranger, took her by the hand, and danced with her. In fact, he would not dance with any one else, and never left go of her hand. If any one came up to ask her to dance, he said, 'This is my partner.'