She stamped her foot and said, "Not fair, Auntie. I've slaved for you for years, and have never been to a Royal Ball. Can't I go tonight?"
"Very well," relented her auntie. "But you'll have to wear left over clothes--and if anyone asks you to try on a glass slipper, you must say it isn't yours."
"I shall!" Miss Benderyeller said. Then to herself: "I'll tell the Prince it isn't mine, but that it fits me like a glove!"