Snow White. Well, since you're so very kind, I'll take [she names the least valuable article] that spool of thread.
The Pedlar-Woman. [With pretended umbrage.] Spool o' thread, indeed! Would you mock a poor body? Now what do you say to this comb?
Snow White. That? Why that's the finest thing you have.
The Pedlar-Woman. Just why I give it to you, my dear; and lovely it will look, a-shining in your black hair.
Snow White. [Shrinking away.] No, no! I couldn't take anything so valuable!
The Pedlar-Woman. Come, dearie, just let me put it in for you, and then if you don't like the look of it—well, I'll say no more and be on my way.
Snow White. I should like to see how it looks—just for fun.
