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Wolf called out, this time in rather a softer voice, “Pull the bobbin, and the latch will go up.” Little Red Riding-Hood pulled the bobbin, and the door opened.
When the Wolf saw her come in, he hid himself under the bedclothes, and said to her, “Put the cake and the little jar of butter in the cupboard, and come into bed with me.”
Little Red Riding-Hood undressed, and went to the bedside, and was very much astonished to see how different her grandmother looked to what she did when she was up and dressed.
“Grandmother,” she exclaimed, “what long arms you have!”
“All the better to embrace you with, my little girl.”
“Grandmother, what long legs you have!”
“All the better to run with, child.”
“Grandmother, what long ears you have!”
“All the better to hear with, child.”
“Grandmother, what large eyes you have!”
“All the better to see with, child.”
“Grandmother, what large teeth you have!”
“All the better to eat you with!” and saying these words, the wicked Wolf sprang out upon Little Red Riding-Hood, and ate her up.
MORAL
Now, children, take warning, and chiefly, I pray, You maidens so gentle and fair, When you come across all kinds of folk, have a care Not to listen to what they may say; For it can’t be thought strange if you do, Should the Wolf choose to eat up a few. The Wolf, I say here, for you’ll find Wolves are many, and vary in kind; There are some, easy-mannered and tame, Without malice, or temper, the same, Most obliging and sweet in their way, Like to follow their tender young prey, And will track them right into their homes—lack-a-day! Who among us has not learnt by this time to know, The most dangerous of wolves is the soft, smooth-tongued foe!
Blue Beard
Once upon a time there was a man who had fine houses in town and country, gold and silver plate, embroidered furniture, and coaches gilt all over; but, unfortunately, this man had a blue beard, which made him look so ugly and terrible, that there was not a woman or girl who did not run away from him.
One of his neighbours, a lady of rank, had two daughters, who were perfectly beautiful. He proposed to marry one of them, leaving the mother to choose which of the two she would give him. Neither of the daughters, however, would have him, and they sent him from one to the other, each being unable to make up her mind to marry a man with a blue beard. A further reason which they had for disliking him was, that he had already been married several times, and nobody knew what had become of his wives. Blue Beard, in order to improve the acquaintance, took the girls with their mother, three or four of their most intimate friends, and some other young people who resided in the neighbourhood, to one of his country seats, where they spent an entire week. Nothing was thought of but excursions, hunting and fishing-parties, balls, entertainments, suppers; nobody went to bed; the whole night was passed in games and playing merry tricks on one another. In short, all went off so well, that the youngest daughter began to think that the beard of the master of the house was not so blue as it used to be, and that he was a very worthy man. Immediately upon their return to town the marriage took place.
At the end of a month, Blue Beard told his wife that he was obliged to take a journey, which would keep him away from home for six weeks at least, as he had business of great importance to attend to. He begged her to amuse herself as well as she could during his absence, to invite her best friends, and, if she liked, take them into the country, and wherever she was, to have the best of everything for the table.
“Here,” said he to her, “are the keys of my two large store-rooms; these are those of the chests in which the gold and silver plate, not in general use, is kept; these are the keys of the strong boxes in which I keep my money; these open the caskets that contain my jewels, and this is the master-key of all the rooms. As for this little key, it is that of the closet at the end of the long gallery on the ground floor. Open everything, and go everywhere except into that little closet, which I forbid you to enter, and I forbid you so strictly, that if you should venture to open the door, there is nothing that you may not have to dread from my anger!” She promised to obey his orders to the letter, and, after having embraced her, he got into his coach and set out on his journey.
The friends and neighbours of the young bride did not wait for her invitation, so eager were they to see all the rich treasures in the house, and not having ventured to visit her while her husband was at home, so frightened were they at his blue beard. They were soon to be seen running through all the rooms, and into the closets and wardrobes, each one more beautiful and splendid than the last. Then they went upstairs to the store-rooms; there they could not sufficiently express their admiration at the number and beauty of the hangings, the beds, the sofas, the cabinets, the elegant little stands, the tables, the mirrors in which they could see themselves from head to foot, framed some with glass, some with silver, some with gilt metal, all of a costliness beyond what had ever before been seen. They never ceased enlarging upon, and envying, the good fortune of their friend, who, meanwhile, took no pleasure in the sight of all these treasures, so great was her longing to go and open the door of the closet on the ground floor. Her curiosity at last reached such a pitch that, without stopping to consider how rude it was to leave her guests, she ran down a little back staircase leading to the closet, and in such haste that she nearly broke her neck two or three times before she reached the bottom. At the door of the closet she paused for a moment, calling to mind her husband’s prohibition, and reflecting that some trouble might fall upon her for her disobedience; but the temptation was so strong that she could not resist it. So she took the little key, and with a trembling hand opened the door of the closet.
At first she could distinguish nothing, for the windows were closed; in a few minutes, however, she began to see that the floor was covered with blood, in which was reflected the bodies of several dead women hanging on the walls. These were all the wives of Blue Beard, who had killed them one after another. She was ready to die with fright, and the key, which she had taken out of the lock, fell from her hand.
After recovering her senses a little, she picked up the key, locked the door again, and went up to her room to try and compose herself; but she found it impossible to quiet her agitation.
She now perceived that the key of the closet was stained with blood; she wiped it two or three times, but the blood would not come off. In vain she washed it, and even scrubbed it with sand and free-stone, the stain was still there, for the key was an enchanted one, and there were no means of cleaning it completely; when the blood was washed off one side, it came back on the other.
Blue Beard returned that very evening, and said that he had received letters on the road, telling him that the business on which he was going had been settled to his advantage.
His wife did all she could to make him believe that she was delighted at his speedy return.
The next morning he asked her for his keys again; she gave them to him; but her hand trembled so, that he had not much difficulty in guessing what had happened.
“How comes it,” said he, “that the key of the closet is not with the others?”
“I must have left it,” she replied, “upstairs on my table.”
“Fail not,” said Blue Beard, “to give it me presently.”
After several excuses, she was obliged to go and fetch the key. Blue Beard having examined it, said to his wife, “Why is there blood on this key?” “I don’t know,” answered the poor wife, paler than death.
“You don’t know!” rejoined Blue Beard; “I know well enough. You must needs go into the closet. Well, madam, you shall go in again, and take your place among the ladies you saw there.”
She flung herself at her husband’s feet, weeping and begging his pardon, with all the signs of a true repentance at having disobeyed him. Her beauty and