It should move a bit when the prince comes frantically hunting his lady, and peep out just in time for that royal personage to spy it.

Even at the coronation it should be the centre of the ritual, more gazed at than the crown, and on as dazzling a cushion.

The final taking on of the slipper by the lady should be as stately a ceremony as the putting of the circlet of gold on her aureole hair.

So much for Cinderella.

But there are novel stories that should be evolved by preference, about new sorts of magic shoes.
We have not exhausted Moving Day.