“‘Tis your grandchild, Little Red Riding-hood, who has brought you some custard and a little pot of butter sent to you by mamma.”
The wolf cried out to her, softening his voice a little:
“Pull the bobbin, and the latch will go up.”
Little Red Riding-hood pulled the bobbin, and the door opened.
“Put the custard and the little pot of butter upon the stool, and come and lie down with me.”
Little Red Riding-hood undressed herself and went into bed, where she was much surprised to see how her grandmother looked in her night-clothes.
She said to her:
“Grandmamma, what great arms you have got!”