red half through the window into Snow White's apron.] Catch! [He eats his half.] Just right to me, sweet and sour.
Snow White. [Starts to taste her half; but then, with a faint suspicion, she sets it down and says:] Thank you, but I don't eat between meals.
The Pieman. [Munching luxuriously.] What, temper touchy? Well, I don't blame you. Often feel like that myself on baking days. But this tastes to me like a prime pie apple. I advise you to get some. Luck to your baking! Good-day. [Repeating his cry.]
- Anybody want to buy,
- Any sort of baker's pie,
- Pies! Pies! Pies! Pies! Pies!
- [He makes off into the forest.
- Pies! Pies! Pies! Pies! Pies!
Snow White. [Alone and penitently.] I was horrid to him.l He only wanted my advice. He didn't try to come in. It is a splendid apple. [She looks at it longingly.] If it's good I could make
