the door behind her, then re-opens it to repeat.] Good night! [There is no answer, except another heavy sigh from the Dwarfs. With sudden pity she burst out.] Oh, you're not dumb, are you?
Blick. [Clearing his throat.] No, we're not dumb; but you're a girl, aren't you?
Snow White. [Wonderingly.] Yes—I'm a girl.
Blick. And young?
Snow White. I'm not very old.
Blick. We don't know how to talk to young people.
Snow White. Well, most grown people begin, "why, how you've grown!" And usually the next thing is, "How do you like your school?"
Blick. [To Snow White.] "How you've grow."
Flick. "How do you like your school?"
Snow White. [Smiling, but a little embar-
