![]() Of course you understand, Quee, that stealing is a sin, and that your conduct makes us very sad? All. Did anybody catch you at it? That's good-as far as it goes.įlick. Quee, you are late again! Been stealing as usual, I suppose?Īll. As he faces his brothers, one finger creeps into his mouth. He is much the smallest, but grey bearded like the rest. [ Quee creeps up stealthily through the underground passage. [ They pile their sacks in a corner, and squat on the floor in a semi-circle, with Blick, like a presiding judge, in the centre. He is the youngest of us he's only ninety-nine next April. But we must bring him up in the way he should go. He has been stealing again! We must scold him soundly.īlick. But if we didn't come home to supper we wouldn't have to wash.īlick. But it doesn't pay to take time from digging diamonds to make beds, so what can we do? I know! They haven't been made for twelve years. And I'd rather sleep underground than in those beds.īlick. If we cook it at night it's too hot to eat if we cook it in the morning it's cold and dusty by night but what else can we do? Yes, what's the good of coming home-except to sleep.īlick. Fair, fair! But we ought to work longer hours.įlick. Whatever shall we do with that boy? Well, brothers, what result of to-day's work? Half a ton of gold nuggets for mine. "Whick!" Quee! Quee! Late as usual! He's been stealing again. Now, brothers, evening roll-call! Blick Here! "Flick!" "Glick!" "Snick!" "Plick!" As soon as the last one has climbed into the room they form in line, with Blick, the eldest, at the head.īlick. Each carries a lighted lantern and a pickaxe, and bears a heavy sack over his shoulder. They are very small-the tallest hardly above your waist-but they are extremely old, and their beards are long and grey. Their names are Blick, Flick, Glick, Snick, Plick, and Whick. Finally a great stone slab in the floor is pushed up slowly, and from an underground passage that leads from the house into the deep mines, six of the Seven Dwarfs clamber up into sight. It comes nearer till it sounds just under the house. Then, from far underground is a sound of distant knocking. [ For a time all is quiet in the little room. I wonder if it's as humpy to lie on as it is to sit on. This one looks as if it hadn't been made for years and years and years. Wake up, Snow White! You musn't get sleepy yet not till the people come home. But I'd like to do something to pay for my supper. I'll take one cherry from these four,- But not a single mouthful more, No, not a single mouthful more! I'll take this little knife to spread, A corner of the next one's bread And borrow this wee fork to break A morsel from this barley cake. Oh, there is the children's Įating song A sip of water from this cup, Of porridge just one tiny sup. ![]() But they couldn't mind if I sat down, just a minute. May I come in? Please good people, may I come in to rest-just for a moment? I'm lost in the forest. ![]() Nobody with so many children could be so wicked. There must be lots of children in the family. Good-bye, little friend! What a queer little room! Seven beds and all so small. Perhaps birds don't like kisses their faces are so sharp. Oh, was it toward this light you were leading me, brown bird? Why, it's a little house! Are you flying away now? Please let me thank you first:- see, I blow you a kiss! He's gone. But, as she sees the little house, and realises at last where the Brown Bird was leading her, she runs up and peeps in through the window. They have come a long way and she is very tired and hungry. Presently the little Brown Bird flies past, and perches on a branch just outside, still calling Snow White to follow him. Through the window we see the forest, dim in the moonlight. A single candle on the table lights the room. In the middle of the stone floor stands a low table with seven places laid for supper. Along one side of the room are ranged seven little beds of different sizes on the other is a stone fireplace for cooking, and a rustic pump with a barrel under its spout to catch the water. It has but one room, two windows, and a half door. It is built of rough stones and logs, and niched into a hillside int the depths of the great wood.
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