“MY, what a big mouth you have!” teased Veve, pretending to gaze in horror at Rosemary’s tiny set of even teeth.
“The better to eat you with, my dear,” responded Rosemary, making a playful lunge at her friend.
In high spirits the two were playing “wolf,” acting out the lines from Little Red Riding Hood.
The entire Brownie Scout troop was en route after school to the home of Sam Vincent. By common consent it had been decided that Jane, who owned the only red cape, was to be Little Red Riding Hood.
The carpenter’s house of white clapboards was not large, but had been well built. A tidy workman, he had surrounded the yard with a neat picket fence, freshly painted.
As they entered through the ornamental gate, the girls saw Mr. Vincent trimming dead wood from a bush in the yard.
“We’re right on time!” sang out Jane. “I’m Red Riding Hood. Are the baskets ready to take to Mrs. Myles?”
“They certainly are,” the carpenter assured her. “My wife has packed them so full of good things to eat that I’m afraid they may be too heavy for even husky Brownie Scouts to carry.”
When the girls saw the two well-filled baskets, they were inclined to share the carpenter’s opinion.
One of the baskets contained a pie and a cake and several pounds of smoked meat, besides numerous other small items.