The wicked Queen had no sooner reached home than she went to her mirror, and said-
“Mirror, mirror upon the wall, Who is the fairest fair of all?”
And the mirror answered as before-
“O Lady Queen, though fair ye be, Snow-White is fairer far to see. Over the hills and far away, She dwells with seven dwarfs to-day.”
The blood rushed to her face as she heard these words, for she knew that Snow-White must have come to life again.
“But I will manage to put an end to her yet,” she said, and then, by using witchcraft, she made a poisonous comb.
Again she disguised herself, climbed the seven mountains, and knocked at the door of the seven dwarfs’ cottage, crying, “Pretty things to sell-very cheap today!”
Snow-White looked out of the window and said, “Go away, good woman, for I dare not let you in.”
“Surely you can look at my goods,” answered the woman, and held up the poisonous comb, which pleased Snow-White so well that she opened the door and bought it.
“Come, let me comb your hair in the newest way,” said the woman, and the poor unsuspicious child let her have her way, but no sooner did the comb touch her hair than the poison began to work, and she fell fainting to the ground.
“There, you model of beauty,” said the wicked woman, as she went away, “you are done for at last!”