At last she arrives at the door . Knock , knock . ` Who is there ? ' says the Wolf , softening his rough voice as best he can . ` It 's me , Granny , your little Golden-hood . I 'm bringing you a big piece of cake for your Sunday treat to-morrow . ' ` Press your finger on the latch , then push and the door opens . ' ` Why , you 've got a cold , Granny , ' said she , coming in . ` Ahem ! a little , a little ... ' replies the Wolf , pretending to cough . ` Shut the door well , my little lamb . Put your basket on the table , and then take off your frock and come and lie down by me : you shall rest a little . ' The good child undresses , but observe this ! She kept her little hood upon her head . When she saw what a figure her Granny cut in bed , the poor little thing was much surprised . ` Oh ! ' cries she , ` how like you are to friend Wolf , Grandmother ! ' ` That 's on account of my night-cap , child , ' replies the Wolf . ` Oh ! what hairy arms you 've got , Grandmother ! '
` All the better XXXXX hug you , my child . '
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