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Little Red-Cap raised her eyes, and when she saw the sunbeams

dancing here and there through the trees, and pretty flowers

growing everywhere, she thought: 'Suppose I take grandmother a

fresh nosegay; that would please her too. It is so early in the

day that I shall still get there in good time'; and so she ran

from the path into the wood to look for flowers. And whenever she

had picked one, she fancied that she saw a still prettier one

farther on, and ran after it, and so got deeper and deeper into

the wood.

Meanwhile the wolf ran straight to the grandmother's house and

knocked at the door.

'Who is there?'

'Little Red-Cap,' replied the wolf. 'She is bringing cake and

wine; open the door.'

'Lift the latch,' called out the grandmother, 'I am too weak, and

cannot get up.'