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knocked at the door, toc, toc, Who is there? quoth the good old woman. Your grand-daughter Biddy, said the Wolf (imitating the child's voice as much as he could) and I have brought you some custard and a little pot of butter which mother has sent you. The grandmother, who was ill and in bed, bid her pull the latch, and the door would open, so the Wolf pulled the latch, went into the room, and with his great teeth and ravenous appetite, soon ate the poor old woman entirely up; (for you must understand he was very sharp set, having nothing to eat for three or four days before) After he had eaten up the grand-mother, he like a cunning villain, thought how he might deceive Little Red Riding-Hood, and devour her also So he shuts too the door very close again, and rolls himself into the grandmother's bed, because he was sure Little Red Riding-Hood would soon be there
A little while after she came, and knocked at the door toc, toc, Who is there? quoth the treacherous wolf. The little harmless Red Riding-Hood hearing so gruff a voice (though he had dissembled as much as he could) was afraid at first; however not knowing but her grand-mother might have taken a great cold, and so be very hoarse, she said, It is your grand-daughter Biddy, and I have brought you some custard and a little pot of butter, my mamma sent me with to you. The Wolf answers her in as soft a voice as he could, Lift up the latch and the door will open; which she did, and coming to the bed side, the perfidious wolf, hiding his ugly head under the clothes, and speaking in a faint tone, said, Put the custard and butter on the stool, and come into bed, for I am very cold.
