‘Now you are no longer the fairest,’ said the wicked old woman, and then she hastened away. In the evening the seven Dwarfs came home, and you may think what a fright they got when they saw their dear Snowdrop lying on the floor, as still and motionless as a dead person. They lifted her up tenderly, and when they saw how tightly laced she was they cut the lace in two, and she began to breathe a little and gradually came back to life. When the Dwarfs heard what had happened, they said: ‘Depend upon it, the old peddler wife was none other than the old Queen. In future you must be sure to let no one in, if we are not at home.’ As soon as the wicked old Queen got home she went straight to her mirror, and said: ‘Mirror, mirror, hanging there, Who in all the land’s most fair?’ and the mirror answered as before: ‘My Lady Queen, you are fair, ‘tis true, But Snowdrop is fairer far than you. Snowdrop, who dwells with the seven little men, Is as fair as you, as fair again.’ When she heard this she became as pale as death, because she saw at once that Snowdrop must be alive again. ‘This time,’ she said to herself, ‘I will think of something that will make an end of her once and for all.’ And by the witchcraft which she understood so well she made a poisonous comb; then she dressed herself up and assumed the form of another old woman. So she went over the seven hills till she reached the house of the seven Dwarfs, and knocking at the door she called out: ‘Fine wares for sale.’ Snowdrop looked out of the window and said: ‘You must go away, for I may not let anyone in.’ ‘But surely you are not forbidden to look out?’ said the old woman, and she held up the poisonous comb for her to see. It pleased the girl so much that she let herself be taken in, and opened the door. When they had settled their bargain the old woman said: ‘Now I’ll comb your hair properly for you, for once in the way.’ Poor Snowdrop thought no evil, but hardly had the comb touched her hair than the poison worked and she fell down unconscious. ‘Now, my fine lady, you’re really done for this time,’ said the wicked woman, and she made her way home as fast as she could. Fortunately it was now near evening, and the seven Dwarfs returned home. When they saw Snowdrop lying dead on the ground, they at once suspected that her wicked step-mother had been at work again; so they searched till they found the poisonous comb, and the moment they pulled it out of her head Snowdrop came to herself again, and told them what had happened. Then they warned her once more to be on her guard, and to open the door to no one. As soon as the Queen got home she went straight to her mirror, and asked: ‘Mirror, mirror, hanging there, Who in all the land’s most fair?’ and it replied as before: ‘My Lady Queen, you are fair, ‘tis true, But Snowdrop is fairer far than you. Snowdrop, who dwells with the seven little men, Is as fair as you, as fair again.’