When Weiss reached her house to see what was going on, she goes to the basement where there was a lot of smoke, and her father, Jacques Schnee, was there with his invention.
"Are you all right, papa?", Weiss said to her father when the smoke clears.
Her father said, "I was about to...give up on this piece of junk.", kicking the invention, which has a furnace, teapots and an axe on wheels, angrily due to no succeed.
"You always say that.", smiled the daughter.
Jacques told her, "I mean it this time! I'll never get this bone-headed contraption to work!"
"Yes, you will. And you'll win first prize at the fair tomorrow. And become richer and a world-famous inventor, like how our ancestors made our family rich.", Weiss says to her father.
The father asked, un-appalled, "You really believe that?"
"I always have.", compassions Weiss.
Jacques believes this, saying, "Well, wait are we waiting for? I'll have this thing fixed in no time! Hand me one of those tools there.", as he goes back to work on his invention, asking Weiss for one of his tools. "So, did you have a good time in town today?", he asked his daughter.
"I got a new book.", she told him, getting a tool from his toolbox and pulling out her book. "Papa, do you think I'm odd?", she curiously asked.
Her father answered after working on a bit on his invention, "My daughter? Odd? Where did you get an idea like that?"
"Oh, I don't know. It's just that I'm not sure I fit in here, there's no one I can really talk to.", the white-haired daughter told her problem.
Jacques suggested while working on his invention, "What about that Cinder? She's a handsome fella."
"She's handsome, all right.", sarcastically says Weiss. "And rude, and conceited, and fiery, and- oh, papa, she's not for me."
Her father felt bad, "Well, don't you worry. Cause this invention's gonna be the start of a new and richer life for us in our family tradition. I think that's done it.", as he finished working on the invention, preparing, "Now, let's give it a try.", pulling the lever on the invention.
A horn blasts making a loud sound, and the mechanisms of the invention were working. The axe of the machine then started to chop the wood and when half of it is cut, the half bounces off and lands on the pile of firewood on the other side of the basement.
"It works!", surprises Weiss.
The father questions, smiling, "It does?", before another half of firewood flies off to the pile of firewood on the other side again. "It does!"
"You did it! You really did it!", congratulated the daughter, hugging her father as the machine kept working on chopping firewood and sending them to the pile.
Jacques was happy and said, "Hitch up the horse, girl. I'm off to the fair!", before a piece of half-cut firewood hit him on the noggin.
Later on, Weiss' father was leaving while his daughter said, "Goodbye, papa! Good luck!"
"Goodbye, Weiss! And take care while I'm gone!", Jacques said goodbye to Weiss as he, the horse and the carriage with the invention rode off, Weiss going back inside her house.