ugh the end that brought the
stage nearer to him. He pretended that he had seen Snow White by the
aid of the dainty pearl-handled glasses that were a gift from Daddy
to Mother, and gave them back.

"Oh, look!" he nudged Mother sharply.

A queer old beggar woman had thrust her face close to the window in
the dwarf's house and was watching Snow White.

"Sh!" whispered Mother, as Sunny Boy bounced in his seat. "You must
keep still, dear. Don't make a noise."

The play went on, and Snow White let the old beggar woman in. She was
selling apples, and right away, if you had been in the audience, you
would have known she wasn't a beggar woman at all, but the wicked
stepmother, who was also a witch.

"What did she say?" whispered Sunny Boy, who couldn't hear every word
that was said on the stage.

"She wants to sell Snow White an apple, and Snow White says she has no
money," explained Mother, in a low voice so that the people sitting
near them would not be disturbed. "Now listen, and you'll hear what
they say next."

Snow White had picked up her broom again and was going to work.

"I'll give you this beautiful apple," smiled the crafty old beggar
woman. "See, my dear, I have it for you as a gift. Isn't it
beautiful?"

She put it on the table, and went limping out of the door, pretty
little Snow White running after her to thank her. At the window she
stopped once, waved her hand, and vanished.

Snow White picked up the apple, and admired it. It was very red, and
large and shining.

This was too much for Sunny Boy. He had kept still when Snow White let
the witch in the door--"after the dwarfs told her not to let any one
in the house, too," he grumbled as he watched her do it--and he had
kept still while the witch tried to persuade her to buy an apple; but
it was altogether too much to expect him to sit quietly there and
watch Snow White eat that apple. Not for nothing had Harriet read him
his book of fairy tales!

Snow White shook back her curly black hair and raised the apple to her
rosy mouth for a bite.

"Don't eat it!" shouted Sunny Boy "at the top of his lungs" Harriet
would have said. "Don't bite it! Throw it away! The witch poisoned
it!"

He stood up on the seat, waving his hands frantically, a conspicuous
little figure in a blue and white sailor suit.

How the people about him laughed! The lady sitting next to him had to
wipe her eyes because she laughed so hard the tears came. Mother
pulled Sunny Boy