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Updated: May 9, 2025
While Kedzie stood watching the red-cap bestow the various parcels under his arms and along his fingers, a man bumped into her and murmured: "Sorry!" She turned and said, "Huh?" He did not look around. She did not see his face. It was the first conversation between Jim Dyckman and Kedzie Thropp.
The importunity of the red-cap with the luggage relieved her of the necessity for answering but the answer in her heart just then was "Yes." It was with a wry self-scornful smile that she recalled, later that day, the emotions of the ride home.
"Emigrant," said the functionary, "I am going to send you on to Paris, under an escort." "Citizen, I desire nothing more than to get to Paris, though I could dispense with the escort." "Silence!" growled a red-cap, striking at the coverlet with the butt-end of his musket. "Peace, aristocrat!" "It is as the good patriot says," observed the timid functionary.
It is also related that once when Red-Cap was again taking cakes to the old grandmother, another wolf spoke to her, and tried to entice her from the path.
Once upon a time there was a dear little girl who was loved by everyone who looked at her, but most of all by her grandmother, and there was nothing that she would not have given to the child. Once she gave her a little cap of red velvet, which suited her so well that she would never wear anything else; so she was always called 'Little Red-Cap.
All started from their seats, imagining it the shock of an earthquake, or that old father red-cap was coming among them in all his terrors. They listened for a moment, but only heard the rain pelting against the windows, and the wind howling among the trees.
"Well, old boy," he said, gripping my hand in leave-taking, "the best of friends must part. I suppose you'll wait here to take your Sedalla train. Maybe we'll get together again in a day or so. If we shouldn't, here's hoping that the world uses you well from this on to sort of make up for what has gone, you know." "Wait a minute," I gasped, as he was turning to follow the red-cap.
A minute later he repeated his trip with warning bell, then the whistle tooted, but it was not until the red-cap was sure that every passenger was aboard that the whistle issued a second toot and the wheels began to revolve.
'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.
Adna, who was a little nervous about his property, answered with some asperity: "No, we don't need any hack to git to Biltmore's." "Nossah!" said the red-cap. "Right across the street, ain't it?" "Yassah!" The porter chuckled. The mention of the family's destination had cheered him a little. He might get a tip, after all. You couldn't always sometimes tell by a man's clothes how he tipped.
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