Snow-White was now all alone in the great forest. She was terribly afraid, and began to run. She ran over sharp stones and through thorns the entire day.

Finally, just as the sun was about to set, she came to a little house.

The house belonged to seven dwarfs. They were working in a mine, and not at home.

Snow-White went inside and found everything to be small, but neat and orderly. There was a little table with seven little plates, seven little spoons, seven little knives and forks, seven little mugs, and against the wall there were seven little beds, all freshly made.

Snow-White was hungry and thirsty, so she ate a few vegetables and a little bread from each little plate, and from each little glass she drank a drop of wine.

Because she was so tired, she wanted to lie down and go to sleep. She tried each of the seven little beds, one after the other, but none felt right until she came to the seventh one, and she lay down in it and fell asleep.

The first one said, Who has been sitting in my chair?

The second one, Who has been eating from my plate?

The third one, Who has been eating my bread?

The fourth one, Who has been eating my vegetables?

The fifth one, Who has been sticking with my fork?

The sixth one, Who has been cutting with my knife?

The seventh one, Who has been drinking from my mug?

Then the first one said, Who stepped on my bed?

The second one,  And someone has been lying in my bed.

And so forth until the seventh one, and when he looked at his bed, he found Snow-White lying there, fast asleep. The seven dwarfs all came running, and they cried out with amazement. They fetched their seven candles and looked at Snow-White. 

Good heaven! Good heaven! they cried. She is so beautiful!

They liked her very much. They did not wake her up, but let her lie there in the bed. The seventh dwarf had to sleep with his companions, one hour with each one, and then the night was done.