He then shut the door, and went into the grand-mother’s bed, expecting Little Red Riding-Hood, who came some time afterwards, and knock’d at the door, tap, tap. The Wolf pull’d the peg, 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. The good grand-mother, who was in bed, because she found herself somewhat ill, cry’d out: “Pull the peg, and the bolt will fall.” “Your grand-child, Little Red Riding-Hood,” replied the Wolf, counterfeiting her voice, “who has brought you a girdle-cake, and a little pot of butter, sent you by mamma.” The Wolf was not long before he got to the old woman’s house: he knocked at the door, tap, tap. 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 gathering nuts, running after butterflies, and making nosegays of such little flowers as she met with. “Well,” said the Wolf, “and I’ll go and see her too: I’ll go this way, and you go that, and we shall see who will be there soonest.”
“Oh! ay,” answered Little Red Riding-Hood, “it is beyond that mill you see there, at the first house in the village.” The poor child, who did not know that it was dangerous to stay and hear a Wolf talk, said to him: “I am going to see my grand-mamma, and carry her a girdle-cake, and a little pot of butter, from my mamma.” As she was going thro’ the wood, she met with Gaffer Wolf, who had a very great mind to eat her up, but he durst not, because of some faggot-makers hard by in the forest. Little Red Riding-Hood set out immediately to go to her grand-mother, who lived in another village. One day, her mother, having made some girdle-cakes, said to her: “Go, my dear, and see how thy grand-mamma does, for I hear she has been very ill, carry her a girdle-cake, and this little pot of butter.” This good woman got made for her a little red riding-hood which became the girl so extremely well, that every body called her Little Red Riding-Hood.
Her mother was excessively fond of her and her grand-mother doated on her much more. Once upon a time, there lived in a certain village, a little country girl, the prettiest creature was ever seen.
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