Presently Red Riding Hood came and knocked at the door.
"Who's there?" asked the wolf, imitating the grandmother's voice.
"Little Red Riding Hood. Mother has sent you a cake and a pot of butter."
"Lift up the latch and walk in," said the wolf, and Red Riding Hood entered.
The wolf had got down so far under the bedclothes that nothing of him could be seen but the top of his nightcap.
"How hoarse you are, Granny!" said Red Riding Hood.
"That's because I've got such a bad cold, my dear," said the wolf. "It's getting late, so you must undress and come to bed."
When Red Riding Hood got into bed, she saw the wolf's ears sticking out from under the nightcap. "What great ears you've got, Granny!" she said.
"All the better to hear with, my dear!" said the wolf.