The way we were walking was on the way to my aunts. What are you getting? What do you mean nothing?
But this queen died; and the king soon married another wife, who was very beautiful, but so proud that she could not bear to think that any one could be more beautiful than her. Of all the ladies in the land, Who is fairest?
Then poor Snow-White wandered along through the wood in great fear; and the wild beasts roared around, but none did her any harm. In the evening she came to a little cottage, and went in there to rest, for her weary feet would carry her no further. Everything was spruce and neat in the cottage: Then, as she was exceedingly hungry, she picked a little piece off each loaf, and drank a very little wine out of each glass; and after that she thought she would lie down and rest.
So she tried all the little beds; and one was too long, and another was too short, till, at last, the seventh suited her; and there she laid herself down and went to sleep.
In time, in came the masters of the cottage, who were seven little dwarfs that lived among the mountains, and dug and searched about for gold. They lighted up their seven lamps, and saw directly that all was not right. 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.
And as she could not bear to think that any one lived who was more beautiful than she was, she disguised herself as an old pedlar woman and went her way over the hills to the place where the dwarfs dwelt.
Let me lace them up with one of my nice new laces. In the evening the seven dwarfs returned; and I need not say how sad 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 herself again.
Then the blood ran cold in her heart with spite and hatred to hear that Snow-White still lived; and she dressed herself up again in a disguise, but very different from the one she wore before, and took with her a poisoned comb. And it looked so pretty that the little girl took it up and put it into her hair to try it; but the moment it touched her head the poison was so powerful that she fell down senseless.
But by good luck the dwarfs returned very early that evening; and when they saw Snow-White lying on the ground, they thought what had happened, and soon found the poisoned comb. And when they took it away, she recovered, and told them all that had passed; and they warned her once more not to open the door to any one.
Eat one part, and I will eat the other. But she had scarcely put the piece into her mouth when she fell down dead upon the ground. When evening came, and the dwarfs returned home, they found Snow-White lying on the ground; no breath passed her lips, and they were afraid that she was quite dead.
They lifted her up, and combed her hair, and washed her face with wine and water; but all was in vain. Then the coffin was placed upon the hill, and one of the dwarfs always sat by it and watched.
And the birds of the air came, too, and cried for Snow-White. First of all came an owl, and then a raven, but at last came a dove. And so Snow-White lay there for a long, long time, and still only looked as though she were asleep; for she was even now as white as snow, and as red as blood, and as black as ebony.
And when she arrived, and saw that it was no other than Snow-White, whom she thought had been dead a long while, she choked with passion, and fell ill and died; but Snow-White and the prince lived and reigned happily over that land, many, many years.
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