Then the mirror answered as before,
“Lady Queen, thou art fairest here,
But Snowdrop up in the mountains near,
Who lives with the seven dwarfs, odd and queer,
A thousand times fairer doth appear.”
When she heard this she turned pale with fright and anger, for she knew that Snowdrop must have come back to life again.
“I will think of some way to make an end of her once for all,” she said to herself.
By means of witchcraft, in which she was skilled, she prepared a poisoned comb. Then she took the form of another old [[143]]woman. She went over the hills till she came to the house of the seven dwarfs, and knocking at the door she called out, “Wares, fine wares, to sell!”
Snowdrop looked out of the window and said, “Go away; I am not to let any one in.”
“But surely you are allowed to look out,” said the old woman; and she held up the poisoned comb for her to see.