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Updated: June 22, 2025
'Put on your riding-hood, if you please, Madam, and come down with me in the coach to introduce me to Mrs. Nutter, said Mrs. Matchwell, at the same time tapping with her long bony fingers to the driver. 'There's no need of that, Madam. I said what you desired, and I sent a note to her last night, and she expects you just now; and, indeed, I'd rather not go, Madam, if you please.
"I won't be Red Riding Hood " said Nora. "Why not? Hoity, toity!" "It isn't pretty. And it has no pretty dress." "Why, it is beautiful," said Mrs. Sandford; "and the dress is to be made with an exquisite red cashmere cardinal of Mrs. Randolph's. You will make the best Red Riding-Hood here.
McFeckless and my poor old mother were the only ones with any real rank and position but you know what a beastly bounder Mac was, and the poor mater DID overdo the youthful! We never called the doctor in until the day she wanted to go to a swell ball in London as Little Red Riding-hood.
A flock of guests was assembling, peasant girls, Italian, German, and Norman; Turks, Greeks, Persians, fish-wives, brigands, chocolate-women, Lady Washington, Penelope, Red Riding-hood, Joan of Arc, nuns, Amy Robsart, Leicester, two or three Mary Stuarts, Neapolitan fisher-boys, pirates of Penzance and elsewhere, all lingering, some on the stairs, some going up, some coming down.
"I am to be only one of the ugly sisters in Cinderella I don't believe aunt Frances will give her much of a dress; and I hate Red Riding-hood; and the Princes in the Tower are not to be dressed at all. They are covered up with the bed-clothes." "Nora," said Daisy softly, "would you like to be dressed as John Alden?" "As what?" said Nora, in no very accommodating tone of voice.
June stood holding up a small feather-bed, and two little figures in white nightgowns were flying round, looking and laughing at two exceedingly fierce, bearded, moustached, black-browed individuals, on whose heads Mrs. Sandford was setting some odd-looking hats. "Who are those, Nora?" said Daisy to Little Red Riding-Hood. "Daisy, did you like it? Did I stand well?"
If I undertake to keep you cognizant of Bruce-Errington's little goings-on in London, information which, I dare say, you can turn to good account, you must do something for me. I ask very little. Do you understand?" "As Red Riding-Hood trusted the Wolf and was eaten up for her innocence," observed Lady Winsleigh. "Very well! I'll do my best. As I said before, you want a character.
"Pull the bobbin, and the latch will go up." The Wolf pulled the bobbin, and the door opened. He fell upon the good woman and ate her up in no time, for he had not eaten anything for more than three days. He then shut the door, went into the grandmother's bed, and waited for Little Red Riding-hood, who came sometime afterward and knocked at the door tap, tap, tap. "Who's there?" called the Wolf.
"I won't be Red Riding-Hood " said Nora. "Why not? Hoity, toity!" "It isn't pretty. And it has no pretty dress." "Why, it is beautiful," said Mrs. Sandford; "and the dress is to be made with an exquisite red cashmere cardinal of Mrs. Randolph's. You will make the best Red Riding-Hood here.
And it hurts me to eat Anything that is sweet So what will become of my pie? "It were vain to describe How he roared and he cried, And howled like a miniature tempest; Suffice it to say, That the very next day He had all his teeth pulled by a dentist!" This valentine made the children laugh for a long time. Johnnie's envelope held a paper doll named "Red Riding-Hood."
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