He knocks louder . Nobody . Then he stands up on end , puts his two fore-paws on the latch and the door opens . Not a soul in the house . The old woman had risen early to sell herbs in the town , and she had gone off in such haste that she had left her bed unmade , with her great night-cap on the pillow . ` Good ! ' said the Wolf to himself , ' I know what I 'll do . ' He shuts the door , pulls on the Grandmother 's night-cap down to his eyes , then he lies down all his length in the bed and draws the curtains . In the meantime the good Blanchette went quietly on her way , as little girls do , amusing herself here and there by picking Easter daisies , watching the little birds making their nests , and running after the butterflies which fluttered in the sunshine . 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 XXXXX the table , and then take off your frock and come and lie down by me : you shall rest a little . '
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