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me.”
“You spent a lot of time with him yesterday,” Grouchy said.
“That’s true,” Medic agreed.
“Is she the one?” Sneezer asked before letting of three powerful sneezes.
Their eyes all jumped to Sneezer before returning to her. “ The one what ?” Snow asked.
Glances between them before Medic finally said, “The one to finally cause Prince Philip to throw a ball. We’ve been waiting a long time.”
Snow just stared at him. Something wasn’t right. She didn’t think he spoke the truth. Maybe they’d been hoping for someone to come along to what? Be his princess? She shook her head. She didn’t want to stay if she could avoid it.
Still, the idea brought back the memory of standing in his arms, the waterfall singing behind them.
*****
The S even all took Snow to see Stitcher, who, not at all oddly, was the seamstress in Fableton.
“I’ve been very, very busy,” said the frazzled woman who led them into the back where she kept all her bolts of fabric. Snow looked at them, wondering where in the world they got all of it from. “The excitement of the ball, and all. Everyone needs new outfits. I suppose that’s why you’re here.”
Snow felt bad for adding more work on the harried Stitcher, until Stitcher glanced at her. Snow saw the gleam of excitement in her eyes, the grin that turned up the corners of her mouth.
“What else would we be here for?” Grouchy grumbled.
Blithe shot a hushing look at Grouchy. “Whatever help you can give us would be very much appreciated,” he told her cheerfully.
“It won’t be elaborate, but it’ll be serviceable,” she mumbled, stacking bolts of fabric in each man’s arms. Three bolts each for, “Trousers, shirtsleeves, and jacket,” she said.
Snow didn’t know anything about fashion or sewing, and yet even her unpracticed eye could recognize that the bolts Stitcher handed them fit them perfectly. The colors and patterns of the materials matched the man’s personality and coloring impeccably.
Snow wandered around, fingering some of the fabrics. She came across a bright, shimmering gold and stopped. It looked like spun gold but with the texture of fine silk. She pulled the end piece up and held it against the front of herself .
“No, no, no, that’s all wrong for you.” Stitcher snatched the fabric from her and Snow’s heart dropped. “I have just the thing . . . now, where did I put it . . .” Stitcher search ed through the bolts of fabric as Snow followed her.
“Where does it all come from?” she asked.
Stitcher didn’t even hesitate in her search. “Where does what come from?”
Snow swept her arms around the room. “All of this fabric. I mean, after so much time, you’d have to be running out.” Stitcher threw her a questioning glance and Snow realized she might not have been here as long as Philip . “I mean, if you clothe all the people of Fableton, sooner or later it’ll run out, right?”
Stitcher continued in her search, shaking her head. “No, it’ll never run out. It never does. Every morning when I come in, any fabric I used the day before has been replenished. Sometimes new ones appear when I haven’t even used any.”
Snow didn’t think anything else about Fableton could surprise her, but this did. She was about to comment on it when Stitcher threw her hand triumphantly into the air. “Ah-ha!” Snow jumped at her loud exclamation. “There it is.”
She pushed her rolling ladder over to a hig h stack of material and climb ed up . Snow wasn’t sure how she could see anything up on the stack . She pulled something from the top of the stack and climbed quickly back down.
“This is for you,” she said, thrusting two bolt s at Snow. Snow looked down, awed. One of the materials was sapphire blue, the same color as the waterfall. The second was ice blue and as the light caught it, it threw off sparks of li ght that looked like prisms of diamonds.
“It’s perfect,” she breathed.
“Of course it
“You spent a lot of time with him yesterday,” Grouchy said.
“That’s true,” Medic agreed.
“Is she the one?” Sneezer asked before letting of three powerful sneezes.
Their eyes all jumped to Sneezer before returning to her. “ The one what ?” Snow asked.
Glances between them before Medic finally said, “The one to finally cause Prince Philip to throw a ball. We’ve been waiting a long time.”
Snow just stared at him. Something wasn’t right. She didn’t think he spoke the truth. Maybe they’d been hoping for someone to come along to what? Be his princess? She shook her head. She didn’t want to stay if she could avoid it.
Still, the idea brought back the memory of standing in his arms, the waterfall singing behind them.
*****
The S even all took Snow to see Stitcher, who, not at all oddly, was the seamstress in Fableton.
“I’ve been very, very busy,” said the frazzled woman who led them into the back where she kept all her bolts of fabric. Snow looked at them, wondering where in the world they got all of it from. “The excitement of the ball, and all. Everyone needs new outfits. I suppose that’s why you’re here.”
Snow felt bad for adding more work on the harried Stitcher, until Stitcher glanced at her. Snow saw the gleam of excitement in her eyes, the grin that turned up the corners of her mouth.
“What else would we be here for?” Grouchy grumbled.
Blithe shot a hushing look at Grouchy. “Whatever help you can give us would be very much appreciated,” he told her cheerfully.
“It won’t be elaborate, but it’ll be serviceable,” she mumbled, stacking bolts of fabric in each man’s arms. Three bolts each for, “Trousers, shirtsleeves, and jacket,” she said.
Snow didn’t know anything about fashion or sewing, and yet even her unpracticed eye could recognize that the bolts Stitcher handed them fit them perfectly. The colors and patterns of the materials matched the man’s personality and coloring impeccably.
Snow wandered around, fingering some of the fabrics. She came across a bright, shimmering gold and stopped. It looked like spun gold but with the texture of fine silk. She pulled the end piece up and held it against the front of herself .
“No, no, no, that’s all wrong for you.” Stitcher snatched the fabric from her and Snow’s heart dropped. “I have just the thing . . . now, where did I put it . . .” Stitcher search ed through the bolts of fabric as Snow followed her.
“Where does it all come from?” she asked.
Stitcher didn’t even hesitate in her search. “Where does what come from?”
Snow swept her arms around the room. “All of this fabric. I mean, after so much time, you’d have to be running out.” Stitcher threw her a questioning glance and Snow realized she might not have been here as long as Philip . “I mean, if you clothe all the people of Fableton, sooner or later it’ll run out, right?”
Stitcher continued in her search, shaking her head. “No, it’ll never run out. It never does. Every morning when I come in, any fabric I used the day before has been replenished. Sometimes new ones appear when I haven’t even used any.”
Snow didn’t think anything else about Fableton could surprise her, but this did. She was about to comment on it when Stitcher threw her hand triumphantly into the air. “Ah-ha!” Snow jumped at her loud exclamation. “There it is.”
She pushed her rolling ladder over to a hig h stack of material and climb ed up . Snow wasn’t sure how she could see anything up on the stack . She pulled something from the top of the stack and climbed quickly back down.
“This is for you,” she said, thrusting two bolt s at Snow. Snow looked down, awed. One of the materials was sapphire blue, the same color as the waterfall. The second was ice blue and as the light caught it, it threw off sparks of li ght that looked like prisms of diamonds.
“It’s perfect,” she breathed.
“Of course it
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