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Little Red Riding-Hood.
under the bed-clothes, said to her, trying all he could to speak in a feeble voice, " Put the basket, my child, on the stool, take off your clothes, and come into bed with me."
Little Red Riding-Hood accordingly undressed herself, and stepped into bed ; where, wondering to see how her grandmother looked in her night-clothes, she said to her: " Grandmother, what great arms you have grot!" "The better to hug thee, my child." "Grandmother, what great ears you have got!" " The better to hear thee, my child." " Grandmother, what |
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