long way and she is very tired and hungry. But, as she sees the little house, and realises at last where the Brown Bird was leading her, she runs up and peeps in through the window.
Snow White. Oh, was it toward this light you were leading me, brown bird? Why, it's a little house! Are you flying away now? Please let me thank you first:— see, I blow you a kiss! He's gone. Perhaps birds don't like kisses; their faces are so sharp. [Calling after him.] Good-bye, little friend! [She looks cautiously through the window into the house.] What a queer little room! Seven beds and all so small. There must be lots of children in the family. Nobody with so many children could be so wicked. [She calls.] May I come in? [As there is no answer she knocks at the door and then opens it a crack.] Please good people, may I come in to rest—just for a moment? I'm lost in the forest. [Still no answer. She creeps into the room and looks about.] Nobody at home. But they couldn't mind if I sat down, just a minute. Oh, there is the children's
