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 to hug you , my child . ' ` Oh ! what a big tongue you 've got , Grandmother ! ' ` All the better for answering , child . ' ` Oh ! what a mouthful of great white teeth you have , Grandmother ! ' ` That 's for crunching little children with ! ` And the Wolf opened his jaws wide to swallow Blanchette . But she put down her head crying : ` Mamma ! Mamma ! ' and the Wolf only caught her little hood . Thereupon , oh dear ! oh dear ! he draws back , crying and shaking his jaw as if he had swallowed red-hot coals . It was the little fire-coloured hood that had burnt his tongue right down his throat . The little hood , you see , was one of those magic caps that they used to have in former times , in the stories , for making oneself invisible or invulnerable .
So there was the Wolf XXXXX his throat burnt , jumping off the bed and trying to find the door , howling and howling as if all the dogs in the country were at his heels .
Blanchette Wolf down for in like of that to with