as quite deep in the
wood.

Meanwhile the wolf went straight on to the grandmother's house, and
knocked at the door. There was no answer.

So the wolf lifted the latch and the door flew open; then he rushed in,
hoping to seize upon the poor old grandmother, and eat her up. But she
had gone out for a little walk, so he shut the door, dressed himself in
the old woman's nightgown and nightcap, and lay down in the bed to wait
for Red Riding-Hood.

After Red Riding-Hood had gathered as many flowers as she could carry,
she found her way back quickly to the right path, and walked on very
fast till she came to her grandmother's house, and knocked at the door.

"Who is there?" said the wolf, trying to imitate the grandmother. His
voice was so gruff, however, that Little Red Riding-Hood would have been
frightened, only she thought her grandmother had a cold.

So she replied: "It's Little Red Riding-Hood. Mother sent you a piece of
cake and a bottle of wine."

"Lift up the latch and come in," said the wolf.

So Red Riding-Hood lifted the latch and went in.

When she saw her grandmother, as she thought, lying in bed, she went up
to her and drew back the curtains; but she could only see the head, for
the wolf had pulled the nightcap as far over his face as he could.

[Illustration: LITTLE RED RIDING-HOOD.
(ENGRAVED FROM THE PAINTING BY G. FERRIER.)]

"Good-morning," she said; but there was no answer. Then she got on the
bed, and cried out: "Grandmother, what great ears you have!"

"The better to hear with, my dear," he said.

"Grandmother, what great eyes you have!"

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

"Grandmother, what great teeth you have!"

"The better to eat you up!"

The old wolf jumped out of bed, and Little Red Riding Hood, in the
greatest terror, screamed as loud as she could.

Just then the door opened, and in came the grandmother and some woodmen
who were passing. They were just in time to save Little Red-Riding-Hood
from the old wolf.

DOLLY'S DOCTOR

MARY

Come and see my baby dear;
Doctor, she is ill, I fear.
Yesterday, do what I would,
She would touch no kind of food;
And she tosses, moans, and cries.
Doctor, what do you advise?

DOCTOR JOHN

Hum! ha! good madam, tell me, pray,
What have you offered her to-day?
Ah, yes! I see! a piece of cake--
The worst thing you could make her take.
Just let