In the morning Snow-White told them all her story; and they pitied her, and said if she would keep all things in order, and cook and wash, and knit and spin for them, she might stay where she was, and they would take good care of her.  Then they went out all day long to their work, seeking for gold and silver in the mountains; and Snow-White remained at home:  and they warned her, and said, “The queen will soon find out where you are, so take care and let no one in.”  But the queen, now that she thought Snow-White was dead, believed that she was certainly the handsomest lady in the land; and she went to her glass, and the glass answered,

      “Thou, Queen, thou art fairest in all this land;
      But over the hills, in the greenwood shade. 
      Where the seven dwarfs their dwelling have made. 
      There Snow-White is hiding her head; and she
      Is lovelier far, O Queen, than thee.”

Then the queen was very much alarmed; for she knew that the glass always spoke the truth, and was sure that the servant had betrayed her.  And she could not bear to think that anyone lived who was more beautiful than she was; so she disguised herself as a pedlar and went her way over the hills to the place where the dwarfs dwelt.  Then she knocked at the door, and cried, “Fine wares to sell!” Snow-White looked out of the window, and cried, “Good-day, good woman; what have you to sell?” “Good wares, fine wares,” said she; “laces and bobbins of all colours.”  “I will let the old lady in; she seems to be a very good sort of a body,” thought Snow-White; so she ran down, and unbolted the door.  “Bless me!” said the woman, “how badly your stays are laced.  Let me lace them up with one of my nice new laces.”  Snow-White did not dream of any mischief; so she stood up before the old woman; but she set to work so nimbly, and pulled the lace so tight, that Snow-White lost her breath, and fell down as if she were dead.  “There’s an end of all thy beauty,” said the spiteful queen, and went away home.

[Illustration:  “‘There’s an end to all thy beauty’ said the spiteful queen, and she went away home.”]

In the evening the seven dwarfs returned; and I need not say how grieved they were to see their faithful Snow-White stretched upon the ground motionless, as if she were quite dead.  However, they lifted her up, and when they found what was the matter, they cut the lace; and in a little time she began to breathe, and soon came to life again.  Then they said, “The old woman was the queen herself; take care another time, and let no one in when we are away.”

When the queen got home, she went to her glass, and spoke to it, but to her surprise it said the same words as before.