"I'm going to see grandmother, because she's ill; and I am taking her a cake and a pot of butter."
"Where does your grandmother live?" asked the wolf.
"In a cottage quite by itself, across the forest," said Red Riding Hood.
"Well, good morning," said the wolf. "If I were you, I would stop for a while, and pick some wild flowers to make a posy for your grandmother."
Red Riding Hood thought this would please her granny very much, and the wolf trotted away.
As soon as he was out of her sight, he galloped away to the old woman's cottage, and knocked.
"Who's there?" asked the old woman, in a feeble voice.
"Little Red Riding Hood," said the wolf, imitating a little girl's voice. "Mother has sent you a cake and a pot of butter.
"Lift up the latch and walk in," said the grandmother; "I'm ill in bed, and can't come to the door."
So the wolf lifted the latch and sprang in, and gobbled up the poor old grandmother in a moment. Then he put on her nightgown and nightcap, got into bed, and pulled up the bedclothes.