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Updated: June 22, 2025
He's told the story of the skater and the wolves, with personal embellishments, and Little Red Riding-Hood in a version all his own, and last night, I noticed, he recounted the tale of the woman in the sleigh with her children when the pack of wolves pursued her. And first, to save herself and her family, she threw her little baby out to the brutes.
'Little Red Riding-hood. That will be beautiful for you, Daisy." "But Preston, I mustn't be everything." "Plenty more things coming. You don't like Red Riding-hood? Then we will give it to Nora or Ella." "O like it," said Daisy. "I like it much better than Esther unless you will play Ahasuerus." "Well I will put you down for both of 'em." "But who's to be anything else?" "Lots. Here. Splendid!
"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.
A legend of very dubious value, its moral as bad as its natural history; a nurse's tale whose only merit is its brevity; such is the basis of a reputation which will survive the wreck of centuries no less surely than the tale of Puss-in-Boots and of Little Red Riding-Hood. The child is the best guardian of tradition, the great conservative.
"A little maid am I Red Riding-Hood. My journey lies along this dark, thick wood. Within my basket is a little jar Of jam a present for my grand-mamma." Then Cuthbert entered a Prince in white satin with a blue sash. There was a rapt murmur of admiration in the audience as he made his appearance. William waited impatiently and uneasily behind the scenes. His wolf's head was very hot.
Every image which is strongly presented to their mental eye produces on them the effect of reality. No man, whatever his sensibility may be, is ever affected by Hamlet or Lear as a little girl is affected by the story of poor Red Riding-hood. She knows that it is all false, that wolves cannot speak, that there are no wolves in England.
When I was six years old I went to the forest one day in a scarlet velvet hood, and after that he ever called me his little "Red riding-hood," and I liked to be called so; and of all the boys and lads I ever met among my brothers' friends or others I deemed none could compare with Gotz; my guileless heart was so wholly his that I always mentioned his name in my little prayers.
"Monsieur," said the kind lady, "you see these old towers, those trees, that sky; is it not quite natural that the personage of the popular tales and folk-songs should have been evoked by such scenes? Why, over there is the very path which Little Red Riding-hood followed when she went to the woods to pick nuts.
In the first main avenue of the King's Gardens I had paced up and down, in my hand the thin exercise-book, folded over in the middle, the first book of writing I had ever seen, and had already spelt out the title, "Little Red Riding-Hood." The story was certainly not very long; still, it filled several of the narrow pages, and it was exciting to spell out the subject, for it was new to me.
But she appeared as Little Red Riding-Hood, wearing over her frock the forgotten cloak of the Countess Ruhl. Instantly he saw her, Denry hurried towards her, with a movement of the legs and a flourish of the eyeglass in his left hand which powerfully suggested a figure familiar to every member of the company. There was laughter.
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