counterfeiting 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:
‘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 grandmother’s bed, expecting Little Red Riding-Hood, who came some time afterwards and knocked at the door—tap, tap.
‘Who’s there?’
Little Red Riding-Hood, hearing the big voice of the Wolf, was at first afraid; but believing her grandmother had got a cold and was hoarse, answered:
‘’Tis your grandchild, Little Red Riding-Hood, who has brought you a custard and a little pot of butter mamma sends you.’
