pass your time in the forest, is it—singing and dancing? What a thing it is to be rich.
Snow White. But I'm not rich. I suppose I'm very poor now.
The Pedlar-Woman. I've come a weary way. I'm that worn and footsore . . . !
Snow White. Oh, do come in. I'm so sorry.
The Pedlar-Woman. [Entering.] Thank you, dearie. I'll just bar the door behind me for fear of the rheumatic drafts. I've been wandering days and days in this forest, and never met a soul to buy the least trinket of me.
Snow White. I'm afraid I don't think a deserted forest is a very good place to sell things.
The Pedlar-Woman. But you'll buy some little thing, my pet, some pretty little thing?
Snow White. I'm awfully sorry, but . . .
The Pedlar-Woman. Don't any of my pretty
