Little Red Riding Hood

Once upon a time, there lived in a certain village, a little countrygirl, the prettiest creature was ever seen. Her mother was excessivelyfond of her; and her grand-mother doated on her much more. This goodwoman got made for her a little red riding-hood; which became the girlso extremely well, that every body called her Little Red Riding-Hood.

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 hasbeen very ill, carry her a girdle-cake, and this little pot ofbutter.”

Little Red Riding-Hood set out immediately to go to her grand-mother,who lived in another village. As she was going thro’ the wood, she metwith Gaffer Wolf, who had a very great mind to eat her up, but hedurst not, because of some faggot-makers hard by in the forest.

He asked her whither she was going. The poor child, who did not knowthat 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 alittle pot of butter, from my mamma.”

“Does she live far off?” said the Wolf.

“Oh! ay,” answered Little Red Riding-Hood, “it is beyond that millyou see there, at the first house in the village.”

“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.”

The Wolf began to run as fast as he could, taking the nearest way; andthe little girl went by that farthest about, diverting herself ingathering nuts, running after butterflies, and making nosegays of suchlittle flowers as she met with. The Wolf was not long before he got tothe old woman’s house: he knocked at the door, _tap, tap_.

“Who’s there?”

“Your grand-child, Little Red Riding-Hood,” replied the Wolf,counterfeiting her voice, “who has brought you a girdle-cake, and alittle pot of butter, sent you by mamma.”

The good grand-mother, who was in bed, because she found herselfsomewhat ill, cry’d out:

“Pull the peg, and the bolt will fall.”

The Wolf pull’d the peg, and the door opened, and then presently hefell upon the good woman, and ate her up in a moment; for it was abovethree days that he had not touched a bit. He then shut the door, andwent into the grand-mother’s bed, expecting Little Red Riding-Hood,who came some time afterwards, and knock’d at the door, _tap, tap_.

“Who’s there?”


Little Red Riding-Hood, hearing the big voice of the Wolf, was atfirst afraid; but believing her grand-mother had got a cold, and washoarse, answered:

“‘Tis your grand-child, Little Red Riding-Hood, who has brought you agirdle-cake, 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 peg, and the bolt will fall.”

Little Red Riding-Hood pulled the peg, and the door opened. The Wolfseeing her come in, said to her, hiding himself under the bedclothes:

“Put the cake, and the little pot of butter upon the bread-bin, andcome and lye down with me.”

Little Red Riding-Hood undressed herself, and went into bed; where,being greatly amazed to see how her grand-mother looked in hernight-cloaths, she said to her:

“Grand-mamma, what great arms you have got!”

“That is the better to hug thee, my dear.”

“Grand-mamma, what great legs you have got!”

“That is to run the better, my child.”

“Grand-mamma, what great ears you have got!”

“That is to hear the better, my child.”

“Grand-mamma, what great eyes you have got!”

“It is to see the better, my child.”

“Grand-mamma, what great teeth you have got!”

“That is to eat thee up.”

And, saying these words, this wicked Wolf fell upon poor Little RedRiding-Hood, and ate her all up.