a time there lived
in a village a country girl, who was the sweetest little creature that
ever was seen; her mother naturally loved her with excessive fondness,
and her grandmother doted on her still more. The good woman had made
her a pretty little red-coloured hood, which so much became the little
girl, that every one called her Little Red Riding Hood.
One day her
made some cheesecakes, said to her, "Go, my child, and see how your
does, for I hear she is ill; carry her some of these cakes, and a
pot of butter." Little Red Riding Hood straight set out with a basket
with the cakes and the pot of butter, for her grandmother's house,
was in a village a little way off the town that her mother lived in. As
she was crossing a wood, which lay in her road, she met a large wolf,
had a great mind to eat her up, but dared not, for fear of some
who were at work near them in the forest. Yet he spoke to her, and
her whither she was going. The little girl, who did not know the danger
of talking to a wolf, replied: "I am going to see my grandmamma, and
these cakes and a pot of butter." "Does she live far off?" said the
"Oh yes!" answered Little Red Riding Hood; "beyond the mill you see
at the first house in the village." "Well," said the wolf, "I will take
this way, and you take that, and see which will be there the soonest."
wolf set out full speed,
running as fast as he could, and taking the nearest way, while the
girl took the longest; and as she went along began to gather nuts, run
after butterflies, and make nose-gays of such flowers as she found
her reach. The wolf got to the dwelling of the grandmother first, and
at the door. "Who is there?" said some voice in the house.
"It is your
Little Red Riding Hood," said the wolf, speaking like the little girl
well as he could. "I have
brought you some
cheesecakes, and a little pot of butter, that mamma has sent you."
The good old
was ill in bed, called out, "Pull the bobbin, and the latch will go
The wolf pulled the bobbin, and the door went open. The wolf then
upon the poor old grandmother, and ate her up in a moment, for it was
days since he had tasted any food. The wolf then shut the door, and
himself down in the bed, and waited for Little Red Riding Hood, who
soon after reached the house.
"Who is there?"
cried he. She was at first a little afraid at hearing the gruff voice
the wolf, but she thought that perhaps her grandmother had got a cold,
so she answered: "It is your grandchild, Little Red Riding Hood. Mamma
has sent you some cheesecakes, and a little pot of butter."
out in a softer voice, "Pull the bobbin, and the latch will go up."
Red Riding Hood pulled the bobbin, and the door went open. When she
into the room, the wolf hid himself under the bedclothes, and said to
trying all he could to speak in a feeble voice: "Put the basket on the
stool, my dear, and take off your clothes, and come into bed."
Riding Hood, who always used to do as she was told, straight undressed
herself, and stepped into bed; but she thought it strange to see how
grandmother looked in her nightclothes, so she said to her: "Dear me,
what great arms you have got!" "They are so much the better to hug you,
my child," replied the wolf.
grandmamma," said the little girl,
great ears you have got!" "They are so much the better to hear you, my
child," replied the wolf. "But then, grandmamma, what great eyes you
got!" said the little girl.
so much the better to see you, my
child," replied the wolf.
grandmamma, what great teeth you have
said the little girl, who now began to be rather afraid.
you up," said the wolf; and saying these words, the wicked creature
upon Little Red Riding Hood, and ate her up in a moment.