At last she hit upon a plan. She stained her face and dressed herself up as an old peddler wife, so that she was quite unrecognizable. In this guise she went over the seven hills till she came to the house of the seven Dwarfs. There she knocked at the door, calling out at the same time:
‘Fine wares to sell, fine wares to sell!’
Snow White peeped out of the window, and called out:
‘Good-day, mother, what have you to sell?’
‘Good wares, fine wares,’ she answered; ‘laces of every shade and description,’ and she held one up that was made of some gay colored silk.
‘Surely I can let the honest woman in,’ thought Snow White; so she unbarred the door and bought the pretty lace.
‘Good gracious! child,’ said the old woman, ‘what a figure you’ve got. Come! I’ll lace you up properly for once.’
Snow White, suspecting no evil, stood before her and let her lace her bodice up, but the old woman laced her so quickly and so tightly that it took Snow White’s breath away, and she fell down dead.
‘Now you are no longer the fairest,’ said the wicked old woman, and then she hastened away.