LITTLE
RED
RIDING-
HOOD

who has brought you a custard and a little plum-

pudding and a little pat of butter.’ ‘ :

The wolf cried out to her, softening his voice as

much as he could:

‘Pull the bobbin, and the latch will go up.’

Little Red Riding-Hood pulled the bobbin, and

the door opened.

The wolf, seeing her come in, drew the bed-

clothes up about his shoulders and said:

‘Put the custard and the plum-pudding and

the pat of butter on the table, and come and sit

on the stool beside the bed and tell me how your

mother is.’

‘She is very well, thank you, granny,’ answered

the girl, as she put the articles she had brought

on the table.

‘Mother said I was to bring back the basket,’

she said, ‘so that she may be able to send you

something nice in it again, another day.’

‘That is very good of yourmammy. Come and

sit on the stool, my dear.’

So little Red Riding-Hood came over and sat

close by the bed, and she was much amazed to

see how her grandmother looked. So she said:

‘Grandmamma, what great arms you have got!’

‘The better to hug you, my dear.’

‘Grandmamma, what a long nose you have got!’

‘The better to smell you, my dear.’

‘Grandmamma, what long ears you have got!’

‘The better to hear you, my dear.’

‘Grandmamma, what great eyes you have got!’

‘The better to see you, my dear.’

‘Grandmamma, what great teeth you have got!’

‘The better to eat you, my dear.’

Saying these words, the wicked wolf threw off

the bed-clothes, jumped out of bed, and fell on

little Red Riding-Hood to eat her up.

But at that very moment—Bang! through the

door a gun was fired, and the grey old wolf rolled
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