Little Red Riding-hood

: STORIES _for_ LITTLE GIRLS
: Boys And Girls Bookshelf

RETOLD FROM GRIMM



There was once a sweet little girl, who had gained the love of every

one, even those who had only seen her once. She had an old grandmother,

who knew not how to do enough for her, she loved her so much. Once she

sent her a little cloak with a red velvet hood, which became her so well

that she obtained the name of Little Red Riding-Hood.



One day her mother said to her: "Come
Red Riding-Hood, I want you to go

and see your grandmother, and take her a piece of cake and a bottle of

wine; for she is ill and weak, and this will do her good. Make haste and

get ready before the weather gets too hot, and go straight on your road

while you are out, and behave prettily and modestly; and do not run, for

fear you should fall and break the bottle, and then grandmother would

have no wine. And when you pass through the village, do not forget to

courtesy and say 'Good-morning' to every one who knows you."



"I will do everything you tell me, mother," said the child as she wished

her good-by and started for her long walk.



It was quite half an hour's walk through the wood from the village to

the grandmother's house, and no sooner had Red Riding-Hood entered the

wood than she met a wolf.



Red Riding-Hood did not know what a wicked animal he was, and felt not

the least afraid of him.



"Good-day, Red Riding-Hood," he said.



"Good-morning, sir," replied the little girl, with a courtesy.



"Where are you going so early, Red Riding-Hood?" he asked.



"To my grandmother, sir," she replied. "Mother baked yesterday, and she

has sent me with a piece of cake and a bottle of wine to her because she

is sick, and it will make her stronger and do her good."



"Where does your grandmother live, Red Riding-Hood?"



"About half a mile from here through the wood; her house stands under

three large oak trees, near to the nut hedges; you would easily know

it," said Red Riding-Hood.



The wolf, when he heard this, thought to himself, "This little, delicate

thing would be a sweet morsel for me at last, and taste nicer than her

old grandmother, but she would not satisfy my hunger; I must make a meal

of them both."



Then he walked quietly on by the side of Red Riding-Hood till they came

to a part of the wood where a number of flowers grew.



"See, Red Riding-Hood," he said, "what pretty flowers are growing here;

would you not like to rest and gather some? And don't you hear how

sweetly the birds are singing? You are walking on as steadily as if you

were going to school, and it is much more pleasant here in the wood."



Then Red Riding-Hood looked up and saw the dancing sunbeams shining

between the trees and lighting up the beautiful flowers that grew all

around her, and she thought, "If I were to take my grandmother a fresh

nosegay, it would make her so pleased; it is early yet, and I have

plenty of time."



So she went out of her way into the wood to gather flowers. And when she

had picked a few, she saw some more beautiful still at a little distance

so she walked on further and further, till she was quite deep in the

wood.



Meanwhile the wolf went straight on to the grandmother's house, and

knocked at the door. There was no answer.



So the wolf lifted the latch and the door flew open; then he rushed in,

hoping to seize upon the poor old grandmother, and eat her up. But she

had gone out for a little walk, so he shut the door, dressed himself in

the old woman's nightgown and nightcap, and lay down in the bed to wait

for Red Riding-Hood.



After Red Riding-Hood had gathered as many flowers as she could carry,

she found her way back quickly to the right path, and walked on very

fast till she came to her grandmother's house, and knocked at the door.



"Who is there?" said the wolf, trying to imitate the grandmother. His

voice was so gruff, however, that Little Red Riding-Hood would have been

frightened, only she thought her grandmother had a cold.



So she replied: "It's Little Red Riding-Hood. Mother sent you a piece of

cake and a bottle of wine."



"Lift up the latch and come in," said the wolf.



So Red Riding-Hood lifted the latch and went in.



When she saw her grandmother, as she thought, lying in bed, she went up

to her and drew back the curtains; but she could only see the head, for

the wolf had pulled the nightcap as far over his face as he could.



"Good-morning," she said; but there was no answer. Then she got on the

bed, and cried out: "Grandmother, what great ears you have!"



"The better to hear with, my dear," he said.



"Grandmother, what great eyes you have!"



"The better to see you, my dear, the better to see you."



"Grandmother, what great teeth you have!"



"The better to eat you up!"



The old wolf jumped out of bed, and Little Red Riding Hood, in the

greatest terror, screamed as loud as she could.



Just then the door opened, and in came the grandmother and some woodmen

who were passing. They were just in time to save Little Red-Riding-Hood

from the old wolf.



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