“My Lady,” the mirror said.
“Snow White is the most beautiful woman in the kingdom.”
The queen gritted her teeth.
“Oh no! She’s still alive!”
The next morning the dwarfs left for the mines.
Dar waved good-bye to Snow White.
“Remember,” he called.
“Don’t let anyone in!”
Snow White was washing dishes.
“Clothes for sale!” a voice called.
“Lovely, beautiful clothes!”
Snow White went to the window.
An old woman was walking by.
She pulled a small wagon loaded with chests.
“Hello, miss!” the woman said.
“Would you like to buy something?”
Snow White remembered Dar’s warning.
“No, thank you,” she said.
The woman pulled a fancy coat out of a chest.
She stepped toward the house.
“This coat matches your hair,” she said.
Snow White gazed at the beautiful coat.
The woman stepped closer.
“Just try it on,” she said.
“There’s no harm in that.”
Snow White bit her lip. “Well . . . Okay.”
The woman smiled.
She held up the coat for Snow White.
Snow White put one arm through.
She put her other arm through.
Suddenly the coat grew tight.
It squeezed her entire body.
“Ahh!” Snow White cried. “I can’t breathe!”
The woman laughed.
“Good-bye, Snow White!”
Then—poof! The woman vanished.