Little Red Riding-Hood threw her arms round the woodman Hugh's neck and kissed him, and thanked him again and again.
“Oh, you good, kind Hugh,” she said, "how did you know the wolf was here, in time to save me?"
“Well,” said Hugh, "when you were gone by, I remembered that a wolf had been seen about the wood lately, and I thought I would just come after you and see if you were safe. When we came near grandmother's house Trim sniffed and ran to the door and whined, and then he pushed it open—you had not shut it close—and rushed in, and I followed him, and between us we have killed the wolf."
Then Hugh took the child home, and her mother and father could not thank him enough for saving Little Red Riding-Hood.
PUSS IN BOOTS.
Once upon a time there was a miller who had three sons. When he died he left his mill to the eldest son, his ass to the second son, and his cat to the youngest, who had always been his favourite.
The two eldest sons resolved to live together; but they would not let their brother live with them, because he had only a cat. So the poor lad was very sorrowful, and wondered what he should do to get his bread. While he was sitting thinking about it, Puss jumped up on the table, and touched him with her paw.