A TREASURY OF STORIES, JINGLES AND RHYMES.

happily, with her basket on her arm, and soon came to a
wood that lay between the two villages. Just then a wolf,
who was passing, saw her, andcame uptospeaktoher. He
would very much have liked to. kill her and eat her, but
there were some wood-cutters cutting trees close by, and he
did not dare to touch her. So he came up to herin the
most friendly way and said: ‘‘ Where are you going, Little
Red Riding Hood ?”

“T am going to see my grandmother, dear Mr. Wolf,”
answered the little girl. ‘Where does she live?” asked
the wolf. ‘Oh, she lives in the first-cottage past yonder
mill. She is very ill, so I am taking her these cheesecakes
and a pat of butter that my mother has made for her.”

“Tf she is so ill, I will go and see her too,” said the wolf.
“T will go this way, and go you through the woods, and we
will see which gets there first.” So saying, he shambled off,
and then ran all the way to the cottage.

Tap, tap, he knocked at the cottage door. ‘“ Who is
there?” asked grandmother. ‘It is I,” answered the wolf,
in a soft voice, “ Little Red Riding Hood; I have brought
you nice fresh cakes and butter.” |

“Pull the bobbin, and the latch will lift up,” called ‘out
the old grandmother.

And the wolf pulled the bobbin, and lifted the latch, and
entered the cottage. Then he ate up the poor old grand-
mother, and when he had quite eaten her up, he put on her
night-gown, and pulled her frilled night-cap right over his
ugly rough head, and got into bed. “The old lady was

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