'Mirror, mirror, hanging there,
Who in all the land's most fair?'

and this time it replied:

'You are most fair, my Lady Queen,
None fairer in the land, I ween.'

Then her jealous heart was at rest--at least, as much at rest as a
jealous heart can ever be.

When the little Dwarfs came home in the evening they found Snowdrop
lying on the ground, and she neither breathed nor stirred. They lifted
her up, and looked round everywhere to see if they could find anything
poisonous about. They unlaced her bodice, combed her hair, washed her
with water and wine, but all in vain; the child was dead and remained
dead. Then they placed her on a bier, and all the seven Dwarfs sat round
it, weeping and sobbing for three whole days. At last they made up their
minds to bury her, but she looked as blooming as a living being, and her
cheeks were still such a lovely colour, that they said:

'We can't hide her away in the black ground.'

So they had a coffin made of transparent glass, and they laid her in it,
and wrote on the lid in golden letters that she was a royal Princess.
Then they put the coffin on the top of the mountain, and one of the
Dwarfs always remained beside it and kept watch over it. And the very
birds of the air came and bewailed Snowdrop's death, first an owl, and
then a raven, and last of all a little dove.

Snowdrop lay a long time in the coffin, and she always looked the same,
just as if she were fast asleep, and she remained as white as snow, as
red as blood, and her hair as black as ebony.

Now it happened one day that a Prince came to the wood and passed by
the Dwarfs' house. He saw the coffin on the hill, with the beautiful
Snowdrop inside it, and when he had read what was written on it in
golden letters, he said to the Dwarf:

'Give me the coffin. I'll give you whatever you like for it.'

But the Dwarf said: 'No; we wouldn't part with it for all the gold in
the world.'

'Well, then,' he replied, 'give it to me, because I can't live without
Snowdrop. I will cherish and love it as my dearest possession.'

He spoke so sadly that the good Dwarfs had pity on him, and gave him
the coffin, and the Prince made his servants bear it away on their
shoulders. Now it happened that as they were going down the hill they
stumbled over a bush, and jolted the coffin so violently that the
poisonous bit of apple Snowdrop had swallowed fell out of her throat.
She gradually opened her eyes, lifted