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hideous creatures she had placed in it.
    The king could not but be sorry, for after all she was his mother; but it was not long before he found ample consolation in his beautiful wife and children.
    Moral
    Many a girl has waited long
For a husband brave or strong;
But I’m sure I never met
Any sort of woman yet
Who could wait a hundred years,
Free from fretting, free from fears.
     
    Now, our story seems to show
That a century or so,
Late or early, matters not;
True love comes by fairy-lot.
Some old folk will even say
It grows better by delay.
     
    Yet this good advice, I fear,
Helps us neither there nor here.
Though philosophers may prate
How much wiser ‘tis to wait,
Maids will be a-sighing still—
Young blood must when young blood will!

LITTLE RED RIDING HOOD

    Once upon a time there was a little village girl, the prettiest that had ever been seen. Her mother doted on her. Her grandmother was even fonder, and made her a little red hood, which became her so well that everywhere she went by the name of Little Red Riding Hood.
    One day her mother, who had just made and baked some cakes, said to her:
    “Go and see how your grandmother is, for I have been told that she is ill. Take her a cake and this little pot of butter.”
    Little Red Riding Hood set off at once for the house of her grandmother, who lived in another village.
    On her way through a wood she met old Father Wolf He would have very much liked to eat her, but dared not do so on account of some woodcutters who were in the forest. He asked her where she was going. The poor child, not knowing that it was dangerous to stop and listen to a wolf, said:
    “ I am going to see my grandmother, and am taking her a cake and a pot of butter which my mother has sent to her.”
    “Does she live far away?” asked the Wolf.
    “Oh yes,” replied Little Red Riding Hood; “it is yonder by the mill which you can see right below there, and it is the first house in the village.”
    He sprang upon the poor old lady and ate her up
    “Well now,” said the Wolf, “I think I shall go and see her too. I will go by this path, and you by that path, and we will see who gets there first.”
    The Wolf set off running with all his might by the shorter road, and the little girl continued on her way by the longer road. As she went she amused herself by gathering nuts, running after the butterflies, and making nosegays of the wild flowers which she found.
    The Wolf was not long in reaching the grandmother’s house.
    He knocked. Toc Toc.
    “Who is there?”
    “It is your little daughter, Red Riding Hood,” said the Wolf, disguising his voice, “and I bring you a cake and a little pot of butter as a present from my mother.”
    The worthy grandmother was in bed, not being very well, and cried out to him:
    “Pull out the peg and the latch will fall.”
    The Wolf drew out the peg and the door flew open. Then he sprang upon the poor old lady and ate her up in less than no time, for he had been more than three days without food.
    After that he shut the door, lay down in the grandmother’s bed, and waited for Little Red Riding Hood.
    Presently she came and knocked. Toc Toc.
    “Who is there?”
    Now Little Red Riding Hood on hearing the Wolf’s gruff voice was at first frightened, but thinking that her grandmother had a bad cold, she replied:
    “It is your little daughter, Red Riding Hood, and I bring you a cake and a little pot of butter from my mother.”
    She was astonished to see how her grandmother looked

    Softening his voice, the Wolf called out to her:
    “Pull out the peg and the latch will fall.”
    Little Red Riding Hood drew out the peg and the door flew open.
    When he saw her enter, the Wolf hid himself in the bed beneath the counterpane.
    “ Put the cake and the little pot of butter on the bin,” he said, “and come up on the bed with me.”
    Little Red Riding Hood took off her clothes, but when she climbed up on the bed she was astonished to see how her grandmother