The wolf began to run as fast as he could, taking the nearest way, and the little girl went by that farthest about, diverting herself in gath¬ering nuts, running after butterflies, and making nosegays 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!
“Your grandchild, Little Red Riding-Hood,” replied the wolf, coun¬terfeiting her voice, “who has brought you a custard and a little pot of butter, sent you by mamma.”
The good grandmother, who was in bed, because she was somewhat ill, cried out:
Expecting Little Red Riding-Hood
“Pull the bobbin and the latch will go up.” The wolf pulled the bobbin, and the door opened; and then presently he fell upon the good woman and ate her up in a moment, for it was above three days that he had not touched a bit. He then shut the door, and went into the grand¬mother`s bed,