But over the hills, where the seven dwarfs dwell,
Snow-white is still alive and well,
And no one else is so fair as she."
When she heard the Glass speak thus she trembled and shook with rage.
"Snow-white shall die," she cried, "even if it costs me my life!"
She went into a quiet, secret, lonely room, where no one ever came, and there she made an apple full of poison. It was white with a red cheek, so that every one who saw it longed for it; but whoever ate a piece of it must surely die.
When the apple was ready she painted her face, and dressed herself up as a country-woman, and so she went over the seven hills to the seven dwarfs. She knocked at the door. Snow-white put her head out of the window and said:
"I cannot let any one in; the seven dwarfs have told me not to."
"It is all the same to me," said the woman. "I shall soon get rid of my apples. There, I will give you one."
"No," said Snow-white, "I dare not take anything."