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THE BOOK OF FABLES AND FOLK STORIES

By Horace E. Scudder

New Illustrated Edition

Boston And New York Houghton Mifflin Company

1882 To 1919


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PUBLISHERS' NOTE

For more than a generation Mr. Scudder's _Book of Fables and Folk
Stories_ has been a prime favorite with young readers. It has seemed to
the publishers that a book which has maintained its popularity so long
might well be furnished with illustrations more in accordance with the
taste of the present day than those which were originally used. All the
old pictures have therefore been replaced by drawings made by a modern
artist, and it is hoped that readers of the volume will find its old
charm heightened by this new feature.

4 Park St., Boston October, 1919





THE BOOK OF FABLES AND FOLK STORIES




LITTLE RED-RIDING-HOOD

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|Once upon a time there lived in a certain village a little girl. Her
mother was very fond of her, and her grandmother loved her even more.
This good old woman made for her a red cloak, which suited the child so
well that ever after she was called Little Red-Riding-Hood. One day her
mother made some cakes, and said to Little Red-Riding-Hood:--

"Go, my dear, and see how grandmother does, for I hear that she has been
very ill. Carry her a cake and a little pot of butter."

Little Red-Riding-Hood set out at once to go to her grandmother, who
lived in another village. As she was going through the wood she met a
large Wolf. He had a very great mind to eat her up; but he dared not,
for there were some wood-choppers near by. So he asked her:--

"Where are you going, little girl?" The poor child did not know that it
was dangerous to stop and talk with the Wolf, and she said:--

"I am going to see my grandmother, and carry her a cake and a little pot
of butter from my mother."

"Does she live far off?" asked the Wolf.

"Oh, yes. It is beyond that mill, at the first house in the village."

"Well," said the Wolf, "I will go and see her, too. I will go this way;
do you go that, and we will see who will be there soonest."

At this the Wolf began to run as fast as he could, taking the nearest
way, and Little Red-Riding-Hood went by the farthest. She stopped often
to chase a butterfly, or pluck a flower, and so she was a good while on
the way. The Wolf was soon at the old woman's house, and knocked at the
door--tap, tap!

"Who is there?"

"Your grandchild, Little Red-Riding-Hood," replied the Wolf, changing
his voice. "I have brought you a cake and a pot of butter from mother."
The good grandmother, who was ill in bed, called out:--

"Pull the string, and the latch will go up." The Wolf pulled the string,
and the latch went up. The door opened, and he jumped in, and fell
upon the old woman, and ate her up in less than no time, for he had
not tasted food for three days. He then shut the door, and got into the
grandmother's bed. By and by, Little Red-Riding-Hood came and knocked at
the door--tap, tap!

"Who is there?"

Little Red-Riding-Hood heard the big voice of the Wolf, and at first she
was afraid. Then she thought her grandmother must have a bad cold, so
she answered:--

"Little Red-Riding-Hood. I have brought you a cake and a pot of butter
from mother." The Wolf softened his voice as much as he could, and
called out:--

"Pull the string, and the latch will go up." Little Red-Riding-Hood
pulled the string, and the latch went up, and the door opened