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 with 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 . Just at this moment the Grandmother arrives , returning from the town with her long sack empty on her shoulder . ` Ah , brigand ! ' she cries , ` wait a bit ! ' Quickly she opens her sack wide across the door , and the maddened Wolf springs in head downwards . It is he now that is caught , swallowed like a letter in the post . For the brave old dame shuts her sack , so ; and she runs and empties it in the well , where the vagabond , still howling , tumbles in and is drowned . ` Ah , scoundrel ! you thought you would crunch my little grandchild ! Well , to-morrow we will make her a muff of your skin , and you yourself shall be crunched , for we will give your carcass to the dogs . ' Thereupon the Grandmother hastened to dress poor Blanchette , who was still trembling with fear in the bed . ` Well , ' she said to her , ` without my little hood where would you be now , darling ? ' And , to restore heart and legs to the child , she made her eat a good piece of her cake , and drink a good draught of wine , after which she took her by the hand and led her back to the house . And then , who was it who scolded her when she knew all that had happened ? It was the mother . But Blanchette promised over and over again that she would never more stop to listen to a Wolf , so that at last the mother forgave her . And Blanchette , the Little Golden-hood , kept her word .
And in fine weather she may still be seen in the fields with her pretty little hood , the colour XXXXX the sun .
For across after by from of on over to without