[PAGE] [PAGE] [SWITCH] There was once a wood-cutter and his wife, who had one little girl. She was very pretty, with sweet blue eyes and golden hair; and she could feed the pigs and sew seams, and churn the butter, so she was very useful to her mother. In the next village lived her old grandmother, who loved her so much that she made a nice scarlet hood for her to keep her warm. When the neighbors saw it they called her "Little Red Riding Hood," and after a time no one ever thought of calling her by any other name.

[PAGE] [PAGE] [PAGE] One day her mother said to her: "Granny has been very ill. Put on your hood and run and take these cheese-cakes that I have made for her." Little Red Riding Hood started off with her basket on her arm, and soon came to a wood that lay between the two villages. [SWITCH] Just then a wolf, who was passing, saw Red Riding Hood and said: "Where are you going, Red Riding Hood?"

"I am going to see my grandmother, Mr. Wolf," answered the little girl.

"Where does she live?" asked the wolf.

"Oh, she lives in the first cottage past yonder mill. She is very ill, so I am taking her these sweet cheese-cakes which my mother has made for her."

"If she is so ill, I will go and see her too," said the wolf. "I will go this way, and go you [PAGE] [PAGE] through the wood, and we will see who gets there first."

So saying, he shambled off, and then ran all the way to the cottage.

[SWITCH] Tap, tap--he knocked at the cottage door.

"Who is there?" asked grandmother.

"It is I," answered the wolf, in a soft voice, "Little Red Riding Hood; I have brought you nice fresh cakes and butter."

"Pull the bobbin and the latch will lift up," called out the grand mother.

And the wolf pulled the bobbin, lifted the latch, and entered the cottage. He ate up the poor grandmother, put on her nightgown and pulled her nightcap right over his ugly rough head, and got into bed. "The [PAGE] old lady was tough," he said, "but the little girl will be a delicate morsel."

But little Red Rid ing Hood lingered on in the wood. It was so bright there; the birds sang merrily in the trees, and the brook chattered to itself as it ran down to help the mill do its work. Every thing was full of life. She chased the dainty butterflies, and then gathered a posy for her old grandmother, who could not get out and see the Spring flowers grow. At last, tired with her play, she set off to reach her grandmother's cottage.

[SWITCH] She knocked at the door, and the wolf, softening his voice as much as possible, called out: "Pull the bobbin, and the latch will go up." Red Riding Hood opened the door and walked in.

[PAGE] [PAGE] "Put the basket on the table, and come into bed with me," said the wolf, "for I feel cold." Little Red Riding Hood thought that her grand mother's voice was very hoarse, but then she remembered that this might be on account of her cold; and being an obedient girl she got into bed. But when she saw the hairy arms, she began to grow frightened.

[SWITCH] "What long arms you have, grandmother!"

"The better to hug you with, my dear."

Then she saw the long ears sticking up out side the nightcap.

"What great ears you have grandmother!"

"The better to hear you with, my dear."

"What large eyes you have, grandmother!"

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

"What great teeth you have, grandmother!"

[PAGE] [PAGE] [PAGE] "The better to eat you with, my darling," shouted the wolf, and with one bound he sprang out of bed, and would have gobbled Red Riding Hood right up, had not she been too quick. She ran screaming out of the cottage, and for tunately Karl, the Woodman's son, was passing, and he quickly killed the wolf with his axe.

Little Red Riding Hood was very much frighteded, but not hurt. Karl took her home to her mother, and ever since that day she has never been allowed to go through the wood alone.