Ponderalla stood up bravely and asked her stepmother to allow her to go to the ball. “Of course you may,” her stepmother said with a cruel smile, “after you had finished all the house chores.’”
Her stepmother then led Ponderalla to the oldest part of the house and flung open the door. “This dining room has not been used for years,” she said,” when it is clean; you may go to the ball.”
Ponderalla looked in horror at the dusty room. She would not be able to finish all the chores in time. She sob pitifully and it dawn on her,’ since I will marry the prince, why should I do all these chores? ‘She stole a dress from her stepsister’s closet and bolt out of the house. She hailed a taxi to the ball.