Little Red Riding Hood, however, had been running about picking flowers, and when she had gathered so many that she could carry no more, she remembered her grandmother, and set out on the way to her. Then he put on her clothes, dressed himself in her cap, laid himself in bed and drew the curtains.

The wolf lifted the latch, the door sprang open, and without saying a word he went straight to the grandmother's bed, and devoured her. 'Lift the latch,' called out the grandmother, 'I am too weak, and cannot get up.' 'Little Red Riding Hood,' replied the wolf. Meanwhile the wolf ran straight to the grandmother's house and knocked at the door. And whenever she had picked one, she fancied that she saw a still prettier one farther on, and ran after it, and so got deeper and deeper into the wood. And so she ran from the path into the wood to look for flowers. It is so early in the day that I shall still get there in good time. Little Red Riding Hood raised her eyes, and when she saw the sunbeams dancing here and there through the trees, and pretty flowers growing everywhere, she thought, suppose I take grandmother a fresh nosegay. You walk gravely along as if you were going to school, while everything else out here in the wood is merry.' I believe, too, that you do not hear how sweetly the little birds are singing. I must act craftily, so as to catch both.' So he walked for a short time by the side of Little Red Riding Hood, and then he said, 'see Little Red Riding Hood, how pretty the flowers are about here. What a nice plump mouthful, she will be better to eat than the old woman. The wolf thought to himself, 'What a tender young creature.

You surely must know it,' replied Little Red Riding Hood. Her house stands under the three large oak-trees, the nut-trees are just below. 'A good quarter of a league farther on in the wood. 'Where does your grandmother live, Little Red Riding Hood?' Yesterday was baking-day, so poor sick grandmother is to have something good, to make her stronger.' 'Whither away so early, Little Red Riding Hood?' 'Good-day, Little Red Riding Hood,' said he.

Little Red Riding Hood did not know what a wicked creature he was, and was not at all afraid of him.

The grandmother lived out in the wood, half a league from the village, and just as Little Red Riding Hood entered the wood, a wolf met her. I will take great care, said Little Red Riding Hood to her mother, and gave her hand on it. And when you go into her room, don't forget to say, good-morning, and don't peep into every corner before you do it.' Set out before it gets hot, and when you are going, walk nicely and quietly and do not run off the path, or you may fall and break the bottle, and then your grandmother will get nothing. Take them to your grandmother, she is ill and weak, and they will do her good. One day her mother said to her, 'Come, Little Red Riding Hood, here is a piece of cake and a bottle of wine. So she was always called Little Red Riding Hood. Once she gave her a little cap of red velvet, which suited her so well that she would never wear anything else. Once upon a time there was a dear little girl who was loved by every one who looked at her, but most of all by her grandmother, and there was nothing that she would not have given to the child.

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