tend to be selling Snow White the comb. But let's see what the others are, anyhow.
- [She pours some drops from the purple bottle into the cauldron. The image of the Pedlar-woman vanishes; in its place appears the figure of a small naked baby.
The Witch. Oh, the baby! I used that once myself; caught an awful cold too. Useless for you. Now how about this orange mixture?
- [She pours from the orange bottle. This time the image is that of a stout, jovial, red-faced man. He wears an apron and has a green patch over one eye. Balanced on his head he carries a tray full of various sorts of pies.
The Witch. That's the one-eyed Pieman. Good, but not as good as the Pedlar-woman for your purpose.
The Queen. What is a Pieman?
The Witch. Man who sells pie, stupid; what did you suppose? But a Pieman wouldn't sell-
