her, and that Snow-white must still be living. And she thought and thought how she could manage to make an end of her, for as long as she was not the fairest in the land, envy left her no rest. At last she thought of a plan; she painted her face and dressed herself like an old pedlar woman, so that no one would have known her. In this disguise she went across the seven mountains, until she came to the house of the seven little dwarfs, and she knocked at the door and cried,
" Fine wares to sell! fine wares to sell!"
Snow-white peeped out of the window and cried,
" Good-day, good woman, what have you to sell ? "
" Good wares, fine wares," answered she, " laces of all colours ;" and she held up a piece that was woven of variegated silk.
" I need not be afraid of letting in this good woman," thought Snow-white, and she unbarred the door and bought the pretty lace.
"What a figure you are, child!" said the old woman, " come and let me lace you properly for once."
Snow-white, suspecting nothing, stood up before her, and let her lace her with the new lace ; but the old woman laced so quick and tight that it took Snow-white's breath away, and she fell down as dead.
" Now you have done with being the fairest," said the old woman as she hastened away.
Not long after that, towards evening, the seven dwarfs came home, and were terrified to see their dear Snow-white lying on the ground, without life or motion; they raised her up, and when they saw how tightly she was laced they cut the lace in two ; then she began to draw breath, and little by little she returned to life. When the dwarfs heard what had happened they said,
" The old pedlar woman was no other than the wicked queen; you must beware of letting any one in when we are not here !"
And when the wicked woman got home she went to her glass and said,
" Looking-glass against the wall, Who is fairest of us all ?"