my Huntsman, as if he were taking her to school, and then . . . oh! . . . in the deep forest . . . [She whispers,] he shall put her to death!
The Witch. [Starting.] Goodness-gracious-mercy-me! I never suggested anything like that! Why I hear she's quite a nice child.
The Queen. I shall never know a happy hour while she's alive!
The Witch. Well, there's no arguing with you. But can you trust your Huntsman?
The Queen. I know a way to make him obey.
The Witch. Glad you know something! And look here, if your resolved to have Snow White killed there's a little favour you might do me. I'm making a new spell that is really hard magic—a hair restorer that will restore hair. Want it for my personal use. [She pops off her cap and shows a perfectly bald head.] I'd about given it up for want of the last ingredient—the heart of a nice young girl. Now I wouldn't harm a nice young girl myself for anything; but if you're de-
