she reached the house of the seven Dwarfs, and knocking at the door she called out:
'Fine wares for sale.'
Snowdrop looked out of the window and said:
'You must go away, for I may not let anyone in.'
'But surely you are not forbidden to look out?' said the old woman, and she held up the poisonous comb for her to see.
It pleased the girl so much that she let herself be taken in, and opened the door. When they had settled their bargain the old woman said:
'Now I'll comb your hair properly for you, for once in the way.'
Poor Snowdrop thought no evil, but hardly had the comb touched her hair than the poison worked and she fell down unconscious.
'Now, my fine lady, you're really done for this time,' said the wicked woman, and she made her way home as fast as she could.
Fortunately it was now near evening, and the seven Dwarfs returned home. When they saw Snowdrop lying dead on the ground, they at once suspected that her wicked step-mother had been at work again; so they searched till they found the poisonous comb, and the moment they pulled it out of her head Snowdrop came to herself again, and told them what had happened. Then they warned her once more to be on her guard, and to open the door to no one.
As soon as the Queen got home she went straight to her mirror, and asked:
'Mirror, mirror, hanging there,
Who in all the land's most fair?'
and the mirror answered as before:
'My Lady Queen, you are fair, 'tis true,
But Snowdrop is fairer far than you.
Snowdrop, who dwells with the seven little men,
Is as fair as you, as fair again.'
When she heard these words she literally trembled and shuok with rage.
'Snowdrop shall die,' she cried; 'yes, though it cost me my own life.'
Then she went to a little secret chamber, which no one knew of but herself, and there she made a poisonous apple. Outwardly it looked beautiful, white with red cheeks, so that everyone who saw
