| Kindergarten Gems|
|by Agnes Taylor Ketchum|
|A full collection of stories and rhymes for the youngest listeners. In addition to the usual fairy tales, folk tales, and fables, there are numerous stories about animals, tales of everyday doings, and stories of the seasons. The material is conveniently arranged in groups, with several stories and rhymes for each holiday and season throughout the year. Numerous black and white illustrations complement the text. Ages 4-8 |
LITTLE RED RIDING-HOOD.
NCE upon a time there was a dear little girl who was loved by every
one who looked at her, but most of all by her grandmother, and
there was nothing she would not have given to the child. Once she gave
her a little cap of red velvet, which suited her so well that she would
never wear anything else, so she was always called "Little Red-Cap."
One day her mother said to her, "Come little Red-Cap, here is a piece
of cake and a bottle of wine; take them to your grandmother, she is ill
and weak, and they will do her good. Set out before it gets hot, and
when you are going, walk nicely and quietly and do not run off the path,
or you may fall and break the bottle, and then your grandmother will get
nothing; and when you go into her room, don't forget to say,
'Good-morning,' and don't peep into every corner before you do it."
"I will take great care," said little Red-Cap to her mother, and gave
her hand on it.
The grandmother lived out in the wood, half a league from the
village, and just as little Red-Cap entered the wood, a wolf met her.
Red-Cap did not know what a wicked creature he was, and was not at all
afraid of him.
"Good-day, little Red-Cap," said he.
"Thank you kindly, wolf."
"Whither away so early, Little Red-Cap?"
"To my grandmother's."
"What have you in your basket?"
"Cake and wine; yesterday was baking-day, so poor sick grandmother
is to have something good, to make her stronger."
"Where does your grandmother live, Little Red-Cap?"
"A good quarter of a league farther on in the wood; the house stands
 under the three large oak-trees, the nut trees are just below; you surely
must know it," replied Little Red-Cap.
The wolf thought to himself, "What a tender young creature? What a
nice plump mouthful; she will
be better to eat than the old
woman. I must act craftily,
so as to catch both." So
walking for a short time by
the side of Little Red-Cap, he
said, "See, Little Red-Cap,
how pretty the flowers are
about here—why do you not
look round? I believe too,
you do not hear how sweetly
the birds are singing, you
walk gravely along as if you
were going to school, while
every thing else out here in
the wood is merry."
Little Red-Cap raised her
eyes, and when she saw the
sunbeams dancing here and
there through the trees, and
pretty flowers growing everywhere, she thought, "Suppose
I take grandmother a fresh
nosegay, that would please
her too. It is so early in the
day, that I shall still get there in good time; and so she ran from the
path into the wood to look for flowers. And whenever site had picked one,
she fancied that she saw a still prettier one farther on, and ran after it,
and so got deeper and deeper into the wood.
Meanwhile the wolf ran straight to the grandmother's house, and
knocked at the door.
 "Who is there?"
"Little Red-Cap," replied the wolf. "She is, bringing cake and wine;
open the door."
"Lift the latch and walk in," called the grandmother, "I am too weak,
and cannot get up."
The wolf lifted the latch, the door flew open, and without saying a
word, he went straight to the grandmother's bed, and devoured har. Then
he put on her clothes, dressed himself in her cap, laid himself in bed, and
drew the curtains.
Little Red-Cap, however, had been running about picking flowers, and
when she had gathered so many that she could carry no more, she
remembered her grandmother, and set out on her way to her.
She was surprised to find the cottage door standing open, and when
she went into the room, she had such a strange feeling that she said to
herself, "Oh dear! how uneasy I feel to-day, and at other times I like
being with grandmother so much." She called out "Good-morning," but
received no answer; so she went to the bed and drew back the curtains.
There lay her grandmother with her cap pulled over her face, and looking
"Oh! grandmother," She said, "what big ears you have!"
"The better to hear you with my child," was the reply.
"But grandmother, what big eyes you have ! " she said.
"The better to see you with, any dear."
"But, grandmother, what large hands you have!"
"The better to hug you with."
"Oh ! but, grandmother, what a terrible big mouth you have!"
"The better to eat you with!"
And scarcely had the wolf said this, than with one bound, he was out
of bed and swallowed up Red-Cap.
When the wolf had appeased his appetite, he lay down again in bed,
fell asleep and began to snore very loud.
The huntsman was just passing the house, and thought to himself,
 "How the old woman is snoring; I must just see if she wants anything."
So he went into the room, and when he came to the bed, he saw that the
wolf was lying on it. "Do I find thee here, thou old sinner!" said he. "I
have long sought thee!" Then just as he was going to fire at him, it
occurred to him that the wolf might have devoured the grandmother, and
that she still might be saved, so he did not fire but took a pair of
scissors, and began to cut open the stomach of the sleeping wolf. When he
had made two snips, he saw the Little Red-Cap shining, and then he
made two snips more, and the little girl sprang out crying, "Ah, how
frightened I have been! How dark it was inside the wolf;" and after that
the aged grandmother came out also, but scarcely able to breathe.
Then all three were delighted. The huntsman drew off the wolf's skin
and went home with it; the grandmother ate the cake, and drank the
wine which Red-Cap had brought, and revived, but Red-Cap thought to her
self, "As long as I live, I will never by myself leave the path, to run into
the wood, when my mother has forbidden me to do so."
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