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LITTLE RED RIDING-HOOD
NCE upon a time there was a little girl who lived in a
village near a forest, and she was such a nice little
girl that every one was very fond of her. When she went
anywhere she always wore a little red riding-hood her
grandmother had given her, and so people called her
"Little Red Riding-Hood."
One day her mother, who had just made some custards,
said to her, "My dear, you shall go and see how your
grandmother is; and you may take her a custard and a
little cake of butter. I will put them in a basket that
you can carry on your arm."
Little Red Riding-Hood was soon on the way to her
grandmother's cottage, which was in the forest, a half
hour's walk from the village. But she had not gone far
into the woods when she met a wolf.
"Good day, little girl," said the wolf.
 He was very polite, though at the same time he
was wishing he could eat her; and that is what he would
have done had he not been afraid of some wood-cutters
who were at work near by.
 "Where are you going, my pretty little lady?" he
"I am going to see my grandmother," she replied "and I
am taking her a custard and a cake of butter from my
"And where does she live?" the wolf inquired.
said Little Red Riding-Hood, "you keep right along this
road, and she lives in the first house."
"Well, good by," said the wolf."I'm going to be passing
your grandmother's and I will stop and tell her you are
coming to see her."
Then the wolf ran on, and when he arrived at the
grandmother's house he went to the door and knocked—tap, tap!
He got no answer, and he knocked louder—slam, slam!
But still there was no response, and after a minute he
stood on his hind legs and reached up one of his
forepaws to the latch and opened the door. He found not
a soul in the house; for the grandmother had gone to
market in the town. She had started early and had left
her bed unmade and her nightcap lying on the pillow.
"I know what I'll do," said the wolf; and after
shutting the door he put the grandmother's
night-  cap cap on his head and lay down in the bed and
drew the covers up over himself.
Meanwhile Little Red Riding-Hood was coming along the
forest road. She did not hurry. Sometimes she stopped
to pick flowers, and sometimes she paused to hear the
birds singing among the trees. But presently she
reached her grandmother's cottage and knocked at the
"Who is there?" asked the wolf, softening his rough
voice as much as he could.
"It's me. Granny—your Little Red Riding-Hood," she
replied; and then she said, "Are you sick. Granny? Your
voice is very hoarse."
"I have a cold," answered the wolf, "and I am not
feeling well enough to get up to-day. You can press
your finger on the latch and come in."
So Little Red Riding-Hood pressed her finger on the
latch and opened the door and went in."I have brought
you a custard, dear Granny," said she, "and a cake of
butter from my mama, and some flowers that I picked in
"You can put your basket on the table and take off your
hood," said the wolf.
Little Red Riding-Hood put the basket on the table, and
after she had taken off her hood she went to the
bedside. "Oh, Grandmama,
 Grandmama," said she,
"what hairy arms you have!"
"All the better to hug you with, my dear," the wolf
"And oh, Grandmama, what great ears you have!" said
little Red Riding-Hood.
"All the better to hear you with, my dear," the wolf
"And oh, Grandmama, what great eyes you have!" said
Little Red Riding-Hood.
"All the better to see you with, my dear," the wolf
"And oh, Grandmama, what a long nose you have!" said
Little Red Riding-Hood.
"All the better to smell the sweet flowers you have
brought me," the wolf replied.
"And oh, Grandmama, what great white teeth you have!"
said Little Red Riding-Hood.
"All the better to gobble you up with!" cried the
wicked wolf, and he leaped from the bed toward Little
Red Riding-Hood with his mouth wide open.
But while the wolf and the little girl had been talking
the grandmother had come home from market. She looked
in at the door and saw the wolf in her bed, and then
she ran to the woodpile
 in the yard and got an
ax. Just as the wolf sprang toward Little Red
Riding-Hood the grandmother rushed in at the door with
the ax and gave the wolf such a blow that it killed
him, and Little Red Riding-Hood was not harmed at all.