The Wolf cried out to her, softening his voice as much as he could:
‘Pull the bobbin, and the latch will go up.’
Little Red Riding-Hood pulled the bobbin, and the door opened.
The Wolf, seeing her come in, said to her, hiding himself under the bed-clothes:
‘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, being greatly amazed to see how her grandmother looked in her night-clothes, she said to her:
‘Grandmamma, what great arms you have got!’
‘That is the better to hug thee, my dear.’
‘Grandmamma, what great legs you have got!’
‘That is to run the better, my child.’
‘Grandmamma, what great ears you have got!’
‘That is to hear the better, my child.’
‘Grandmamma, what great eyes you have got!’
‘It is to see the better, my child.’
‘Grandmamma, what great teeth you have got!’
‘That is to eat thee up.’
And, saying these words, this wicked wolf fell upon Little Red Riding-Hood, and ate her all up.
