There was once upon a time a little village girl, the prettiest ever seen or known, of whom her mother was dotingly fond. Her grandmother was even fonder of her still, and had a little red hood made for the child, which suited her so well, that wherever she went, she was known by the name of Little Red Riding-Hood.
One day, her mother having baked some cakes, said to her, “Go and see how your grandmother is getting on, for I have been told she is ill; take her a cake and this