running after butterflies, and making nose-gays of such little flowers as she met with. The wolf was not long before he got to the old woman’s house. He knocked at the door, tap, tap. “Who’s there?” “Your grandchild, Little Red Riding Hood, (replied the wolf, counterfeiting her voice) who has brought you a custard, and a little pot of butter sent you by my mamma.”
The good grandmother, who was in bed, because she found herself somewhat ill, cried out, “Pull the bobin, and the latch will go up.” The wolf pulled the bobin, and the door opened, and then presently he fell upon the good woman, and eat her up in a moment; for it was three days that he had not touched a bit. He then shut the door, and went into the grandmother’s bed, expecting Little Red Riding Hood, who came sometime afterward, and knocked at the door, tap, tap: “Who’s there?”- Little Red Riding Hood, hearing the big voice of the wolf, was at first afraid; but believing her grandmother had got a cold, and was hoarse, answered, “’Tis your grandchild Little Red Riding Hood, who has brought you a custard and a little pot of butter, mamma sends you.” The wolf cried out to her, softening his voice as much as he could, “Pull the bobin, and the latch will go up.” Little Red Riding Hood pulled the bobin and the door opened. The wolf, seeing her come in, said to her, hiding himself under the bed-clothes, “Put the custard and pot of butter upon the stool, and come and lie down by me.” Little Red Riding Hood undressed herself, and went into bed; where being greatly amazed to see her grandmother in her night clothes, said to her, “Grandmamma, what great arms you have got! That is the better to hug thee, my dear. Grandmamma, what great legs you have got! That is to run the better, my child. Grandmamma, what
