Blick. [Sadly.] That comes of our being dwarfs. You see, no dwarf is ever born till he's fifty. So, as we've never been young, we enjoy games all the more now.
Snow White. Oh, I understand, you little old dears; but still I musn't spoil you. And that reminds me, you're not to come home any more in the middle of the morning to play games. Tuesday you came back at eleven, Wednesday at ten, and yesterday morning at nine! What sort of a way to work is that?
Blick. [Penitently.] I know, but . . .
Snow White. Now not a moment before five to-day, because—[She beckons them together and whispers.] this is a secret—I'm going to make an enormous cake with sugar frosting for supper! Now, off with you.
Blick. Well, brothers, ready. To-day we go into the forest for firewood. March!
- [In their usual military file the Dwarfs
