Riding-hood

Her mother was very fond of her, and her grandmother loved her still more. This good woman made for her a little red riding hood, which became the girl so well that everybody called her Little Red Riding-hood.

Little Red Riding-hood set out immediately to go to her grandmother's, who lived in another village.

"Does she live far off?" said the Wolf. "Oh, yes," answered Little Red Riding-hood; "it is beyond that mill you see there, the first house you come to in the village."

"Who's there?" called the grandmother. "Your grandchild, Little Red Riding-hood," replied the Wolf, imitating her voice, "who has brought a custard and a little pot of butter sent to you by mamma."

"Who's there?" called the Wolf. Little Red Riding-hood, hearing the big voice of the Wolf, was at first afraid; but thinking her grandmother had a cold, answered:— "'Tis your grandchild, Little Red Riding-hood, who has brought you a custard and a little pot of butter sent to you by mamma."

Little Red Riding-hood pulled the bobbin, and the door opened.

And, saying these words, this wicked Wolf fell upon Little Red Riding-hood, and ate her all up.

He […] violently pull'd off her Riding-Hood, and tore it at the Arm Holes in pulling it off.