LITTLE SNOWDROP

Once upon a time, in the middle of winter, when the flakes of snow

fell like feathers from the sky, a queen sat at a window set in an

ebony frame, and sewed. While she was sewing and watching the snow

fall, she pricked her finger with her needle, and three drops of blood

dropped on the snow. And because the crimson looked so beautiful on

the white snow, she thought: "Oh that I had a child as white as snow,

as red as blood, and as black as the wood of this ebony frame!"

Soon afterwards she had a little daughter, who was as white as snow,

as red as blood, and had hair as black as ebony. And when the child

was born the queen died.

After a year had gone by the king took another wife. She was a

handsome lady, but proud and haughty, and could not endure that any

one should surpass her in beauty. She had a wonderful mirror, and

whenever she walked up to it, and looked at herself in it, she said:

"Little glass upon the wall,

Who is fairest among us all?"

Then the mirror replied:

"Lady queen, so grand and tall,

Thou art the fairest of them all."

And she was satisfied, for she knew the mirror always told the truth.

But Snowdrop grew ever taller and fairer, and at seven years old was

beautiful as the day, and more beautiful than the queen herself. So

once, when the queen asked of her mirror:

"Little glass upon the wall,

Who is fairest among us all?"

it answered:

"Lady queen, you are grand and tall,

But Snowdrop is fairest of you all."

Then the queen was startled, and turned yellow and green with envy.

From that hour she so hated Snowdrop, that she burned with secret

wrath whenever she saw the maiden. Pride and envy grew apace like

weeds in her heart, till she had no rest day or night. So she called a

huntsman and said: "Take the child out in the forest, for I will

endure her no longer in my sight. Kill her, and bring me her lungs and

liver as tokens that you have done it."

The huntsman obeyed, and led the child away; but when he had drawn his

hunting-knife, and was about to pierce Snowdrop's innocent heart, she

began to weep, and said: "Ah! dear huntsman, spare my life, and I

will run deep into the wild forest, and never more come home."

The huntsman took pity on her, because she looked so lovely, and said,

"Run away then, poor child!" ("The wild beasts will soon make an end

of thee," he thought.) But it seemed as if a stone had been rolled

from his heart because he had avoided taking her life; and as a little

bear came by just then, he killed it, took out its liver and lungs,

and carried them as tokens to the queen. She made the cook dress them

with salt, and then the wicked woman ate them, and thought she had

eaten Snowdrop's lungs and liver. The poor child was now all alone in

the great forest, and she felt frightened as she looked at all the

leafy trees, and knew not what to do. So she began to run, and ran

over the sharp stones, and through the thorns; and the wild beasts

passed close to her, but did her no harm. She ran as long as her feet

could carry her, and when evening closed in, she saw a little house,

and went into it to rest herself. Everything in the house was very

small, but I cannot tell you how pretty and clean it was.

There stood a little table, covered with a white tablecloth, on which

were seven little plates (each little plate with its own little

spoon)--also seven little knives and forks, and seven little cups.

Round the walls stood seven little beds close together, with sheets as

white as snow. Snowdrop being so hungry and thirsty, ate a little of

the vegetables and bread on each plate, and drank a drop of wine from

every cup, for she did not like to empty one entirely.

Then, being very tired, she laid herself down in one of the beds, but

could not make herself comfortable, for one was too long, and another

too short. The seventh, luckily, was just right; so there she stayed,

said her prayers, and fell asleep.

When it was grown quite dark, home came the masters of the house,

seven dwarfs, who delved and mined for iron among the mountains. They

lighted their seven candles, and as soon as there was a light in the

kitchen, they saw that some one had been there, for it was not quite

so orderly as they had left it.

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