“Put the cake and the pot of butter on the shelf, and come to bed.”
Little Red-Riding-Hood made ready for bed. Then she looked with wonder at her grandmother, who had changed so much, and she said:—“Grandmother, what great arms you have!”
“The better to hug you, my dear.”
“Grandmother, what great ears you have!”
“The better to hear you, my dear.”
“Grandmother, what great eyes you have!”
“The better to see you, my dear.”
“Grandmother, what great teeth you have!”
“The better to eat you.”
And at this the wicked Wolf sprang up and fell upon poor Little Red-Riding-Hood and ate her all up.