THE FATHER AND HIS TWO A DAUGHTERS MAN had two Daughters, the one married to a a time he went to the Daughter who had married the Gardener, and inquired how she was, and how all things went with her. She said: "All things are prospering with me, and I have only one wish: that there may be a heavy fall of rain, in order that the plants may be well watered." Not long after, he went to the Daughter who had married the Tile-maker, and likewise inquired of her how she fared; she replied: "I want for nothing, and have only one wish: that the dry weather may continue, and the sun shine hot and bright, so that the bricks may be dried." He said to her: "If your sister wishes for rain, and you for dry weather, with which of the two am I to join my wishes?" て THE STORY OF LITTLE RED O NCE RIDING-HOOD NCE upon a time there lived in a certain village a little country girl, the prettiest creature that ever was seen. Her mother was very fond of her, and her grandmother loved her still more. This good woman made for her a little red ridinghood, which became the girl so well that everybody called her Little Red Riding-hood. One day her mother, having made some custards, said to her: "Go, my dear, and see how your grandmother does, for I hear she has been very ill; carry her a custard and this little pot of butter." Little Red Riding-hood set out immediately to go to her grandmother's, who lived in another village. As she was going through the wood, she met Gaffer Wolf, who had a very great mind to eat her up; but he dared not, because of some fagot-makers hard by in the forest. He asked her whither she was going. The poor child, who did not know that it was dangerous to stay and hear a wolf talk, said to him: "I am going to see my grandmother, and carry her a custard and a little pot of butter from my mamma.” "Does she live far off?" said the Wolf. "Oh, yes," answered Little Red Riding-hood; "it is beyond that mill you see there, the first house you come to in the village." "Well," said the Wolf, "and I'll go and see her, too. I'll go this way, and you go that, and we shall see who will be there first." The Wolf began to run as fast as he could, taking the shortest way, and the little girl went by the longest way, amusing herself by gathering nuts, running after butterflies, and making nosegays of such little flowers as she met with. The Wolf was not long before he reached the old woman's house. He knocked at the door-tap, tap, tap. "Who's there?" called the grandmother. "Your grandchild, Little Red Riding-hood," replied the Wolf, imitating her voice, "who has brought a custard and a little pot of butter sent to you by mamma." The good grandmother, who was in bed, because she was somewhat ill, cried out: "Pull the bobbin, and the latch will go up." The Wolf pulled the bobbin, and the door opened. He fell upon the good woman and ate her up in no time, for he had not eaten anything for more than three days. He then shut the door, went into the grandmother's bed, and waited for Little Red Ridinghood, who came sometime afterward and knocked at the door-tap, tap, tap. "Who's there?" called the Wolf. Little Red Riding-hood, hearing the big voice of the Wolf, was at first afraid; but thinking her grandmother had a cold, answered: ""Tis your grandchild, Little Red Riding-hood, who has brought you a custard and a little pot of butter sent to you by mamma.” The Wolf cried out to her, softening his voice a little: |