been able to learn what her other name was. But every body knew of her by this name; and so by the name of "Little Red Riding Hood" we too will call her.
Her grandmother did many other and better things for her grandchild than making her a "hood." She taught her how to knit, to spin, to bake bread, and to make butter—how to sing, so that she might join in the music in the Church—how to be good natured, and kind, and charitable—how to be courageous and honest, and to speak the truth at all times—how to be grateful how to love and worship God—and to pray for God's blessing and providence.
This good woman fell sick, and as she had no one to sit with her and attend to her, Little Red Riding Hood, was sent to her every day for this purpose by her mother.
At last the grandmother seemed to be get
