“Cinderella frowned as she wrestled thin willow branches into place, trying her hand at making a wicker basket. One of the maids had left her with a sample basket and pattern, as well as several started bases, but Cinderella’s basket… — K.M. Shea Copy Share Image
“When potatoes persisted in rolling out of a misshaped basket—one she had made—Cinderella lost her temper and threw the empty basket. It rolled a few paces before stopping at a pair of Erlauf Army boots. “Why is it that the… — K.M. Shea Copy Share Image
