Suddenly the malicious Wolf crossed her path. The girl did not know him and of course she had not the least idea of his being such a wicked beast.

Good morning, Little Red Riding Hood,
said the Wolf, where are you going? The
little girl thanked him and said that she
was going to her grand-mother, who was
living in a nice house in the wood with a
garden in which there were apple-and-pear-
trees, goose-berries and many other good
things.

That's capital, thought the Wolf. I
shall go to the grand-mother and eat her.
Later when the girl arrives I shall eat
her too, as a dainty for my afterdinner. —
In a friendly manner said he to the girl:
Look here, there are many wholesome plants
in this wood; you must gather them and
take them to your grand-mother; then she
will soon recover. Red Riding Hood thanked
him and whilst she was gathering the
herbs, she got on very slowly, as the Wolf
had wished it. Meanwhile he ran to the
house of the grand-mother and knocked at
the door. — Who is there? asked the old
woman. — It is I, Little Red Riding Hood,