on her own neck, and then the Rajah's daughter died. But her
body did not decay, nor did her face lose its bloom; and the
Prince went every day to see her, for he loved her very much
although she was dead. Then he found out the secret of the
necklace, and got it back again, and put it on his dead wife's
neck, and her soul was born again in her, and she came back to
life, and they lived happy ever after.

This Hindu story of the lost slipper is met with again in a
legend of the ancient Greeks, which tells that while a beautiful
woman, named Rhodope--or the rosy-cheeked--was bathing, an eagle
picked up one of her slippers and flew away with it, and carried
it off to Egypt, and dropped it in the lap of the King of that
country, as he sat at Memphis on the judgment-seat. The slipper
was so small and beautiful that the King fell in love with the
wearer of it, and had her sought for, and when she was found he
made her his wife. Another story of the same kind. It is found
in many countries, in various forms, and is that of Cinderella,
the poor neglected maiden, whom her stepmother set to work in
the kitchen, while her sisters went to the grand balls and
feasts at the King's palace. You know how Cinderella's fairy
godmother came and dressed her like a princess, and sent her to
the ball; how the King's son fell in love with her; how she lost
one of her slippers, which the Prince picked up; how he vowed
that he would marry the maiden who could fit on the lost
slipper; how all the ladies of the court tried to do it, and
failed, Cinderella's sisters amongst them; and how Cinderella
herself put on the slipper, produced the fellow to it, was
married to the King's son, and lived happily with him.