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 riding hood of red shaggy-cloth, which she like so much she would never wear anything else; so she was always called 'Little Red Riding Hood.' 'I will take great care,' said Little Red Riding Hood to her mother, and gave her hand on it. 'Good day, Little Red Riding Hood,' said he. 'Thank you kindly, wolf.' 'Where are you going so early, Little Red Riding Hood?' 'Who is there?'