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'Cake and wine; yesterday was baking-day, so poor sick

grandmother is to have something good, to make her stronger.'

'Where does your grandmother live, Little Red-Cap?'

'A good quarter of a league farther on in the wood; her house

stands under the three large oak-trees, the nut-trees are just

below; you surely must know it,' replied Little Red-Cap.

The wolf thought to himself: 'What a tender young creature! what

a nice plump mouthful--she will be better to eat than the old

woman. I must act craftily, so as to catch both.' So he walked

for a short time by the side of Little Red-Cap, and then he said:

'See, Little Red-Cap, how pretty the flowers are about here--why

do you not look round? I believe, too, that you do not hear how

sweetly the little birds are singing; you walk gravely along as

if you were going to school, while everything else out here in

the wood is merry.'