When she heard it all her blood flew to her heart, so enraged was she, for she knew that Snowdrop had come back to life again. Then she thought to herself, 'I must plan something which will put an end to her.' By means of witchcraft, in which she was skilled, she made a poisoned comb. Next she disguised herself and took the form of a different Old Woman. She crossed the mountains and came to the home of the seven Dwarfs, and knocked at the door calling out, 'Good wares to sell.' Snowdrop looked out of the window and said, 'Go away, I must not let any one in.' 'At least you may look,' answered the Old Woman, and she took the poisoned comb and held it up. The child was so pleased with it that she let herself be beguiled, and opened the door. When she had made a bargain the Old Woman said, 'Now I will comb your hair properly for once.' Poor Snowdrop, suspecting no evil, let the Old Woman have her way, but scarcely was the poisoned comb fixed in her hair than the poison took effect, and the maiden fell down unconscious. 'You paragon of beauty,' said the wicked woman, 'now it is all over with you,' and she went away. Happily it was near the time when the seven Dwarfs came home. When they saw Snowdrop lying on the ground as though dead, they immediately suspected her stepmother, and searched till they found the poisoned comb. No sooner had they removed it than Snowdrop came to herself again and related what had happened. They warned her again to be on her guard, and to open the door to no one. When she got home the Queen stood before her Glass and said-- 'Mirror, Mirror on the wall, Who is fairest of us all?' and it answered as usual-- 'Queen, thou art fairest here, I hold, But Snowdrop over the fells, Who with the seven Dwarfs dwells, Is fairer still a thousandfold.' When she heard the Glass speak these words she trembled and quivered with rage. 'Snowdrop shall die,' she said, 'even if it cost me my own life.' Thereupon she went into a secret room, which no one ever entered but herself, and made a poisonous apple. Outwardly it was beautiful to look upon, with rosy cheeks, and every one who saw it longed for it, but whoever ate of it was certain to die. When the apple was ready she dyed her face and dressed herself like an old Peasant Woman and so crossed the seven hills to the Dwarfs' home. There she knocked. Snowdrop put her head out of the window and said, 'I must not let any one in, the seven Dwarfs have forbidden me.' 'It is all the same to me,' said the Peasant Woman. 'I shall soon get rid of my apples. There, I will give you one.' 'No; I must not take anything.' 'Are you afraid of poison?' said the woman. 'See, I will cut the apple in half: you eat the red side and I will keep the other.'