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LITTLE RED RIDING HOOD.
"Pull down the latch, and come in, my child."
So Little Red Riding Hood entered, but it struck her ear, that her Grandmother's voice was very hoarse this morning. As she entered, she said,
"I am afraid, dearest granny, that your cold is worse this morning."
"Much worse, dear," said the wolf very gruffly under the bed clothes.
"I have brought you a pot of my virgin honey, which will do your cold good; and mother has sent you a little pat of fresh butter, some of the first we have had made from our new cow's milk."
"Put the things down, child, and come into bed to me, for I have been wretchedly cold all night."
Little Red Riding Hood thought it rather strange that her grandmother should tell her
