The wolf told the little girl good-by and ran off as if he were going home. But, no, indeed;
“Who is that?” asked a feeble voice.
“This is Little Red Ridinghood come to bring you some cake and a little butter,” said the wolf.
“Pull the string and the latch will open,” said the grandmother. The wolf pulled the string and opened the door. Then he jumped on the old grandmother and ate her up in a minute. He got into bed and pulled the old woman’s cap over his head.
By and by Little Red Ridinghood knocked at the door. The old wolf made his voice very feeble and said: “Who is that?”
“I am Little Red Ridinghood, grandmother, and I have brought you some cake and a little butter.”
“Pull the string and the latch will open,” said the wolf.
Little Red Ridinghood pulled the string and went in and put the cake and butter on the table. Then she went up to the bed where the wolf was and when she saw how changed her grandmother was, she said:
“Grandmother, what long arms you have.”