“Come in,” said the wolf, in a squeaking voice. “Pull the string, and the latch will come up.”
Red Riding-Hood thought grandmother must have a cold, she spoke so hoarsely; but she went in at once, and there lay her granny, as she thought, in bed.
“If you please, grandmamma, mother sends you some butter and eggs,” she said.
“Come here, dear,” said the wicked wolf, “and let me kiss you,” and Red Riding-Hood obeyed.
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