"But where is Grannie?" asked Little Red Riding-Hood, when she had
thanked the brave wood-cutters. "Oh! where can poor Grannie be? Can
the cruel Wolf have eaten her up?"
And she began to cry and sob bitterly--when, who should walk in but
Grannie herself, as large as life, and as hearty as ever, with her
marketing-basket on her arm! For it was another old dame in the
village who was not very well, and Grannie had been down to visit her
and give her some of her own famous herb-tea.
So everything turned out right in the end, and all lived happily
ever after; but I promise you that little Red Riding-Hood never made
friends with a Wolf again!
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THE NAIL
A tradesman had once transacted a good day's business at a fair,
disposed of all his goods, and filled his purse with gold and silver.
He prepared afterward to return, in order to reach home by the
evening, so he strapped his portmanteau, with the money in it, upon
his horse's back, and rode off. At noon he halted in a small town, and
as he was about to set out again, the stable-boy who brought his horse
said to him: "Sir, a nail is wanting in the shoe on the left hind foot
of your animal.
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