Then the guests entered all of a bunch,
And last, but not least, came Old Mr. Punch.
Dot’s Picture Book.
Illustrations by: F. M. Barton, E. Heatly, N. Westrup & S. Carter.
Dean & Son, Ltd.: London. Ca 1908.
Well, the little pig bustled up the next morning at four o’clock, and went off for the pears, hoping to get back before the wolf came. But he had further to go, and had to climb the tree, so that just as he was getting down from it he saw the wolf coming, which, as you may suppose, frightened him very much. When the wolf came up he said, “What! are you here before me? are they nice pears?” “Yes, very,” said the little pig. “I will throw you down one;” and he threw it so far that while the wolf was going to pick it up, the little pig jumped down and ran home.
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The Story of The Three Little Pigs.
McLoughlin Bro’s: New York. Ca 1900.
RED RIDING HOOD ARRIVES AT THE COTTAGE.
“Poor Grannie,” said Red Riding Hood, “I have brought you some soup to make you better.” “Thank you, my dear,” said the Wolf in a weak voice, “I like you better than soup.” “But what large eyes you have Grannie!” said the child. “The better to see you with my dear, said the Wolf with a grin.
Dot’s Picture Book.
Illustrations by: F. M. Barton, E. Heatly, N. Westrup & S. Carter.
Dean & Son, Ltd.: London. Ca 1908.
Presently a wolf came along and knocked at the door, and said, — “little pig, little pig, let me come in!”
To which the pig answered, — “No, no, by the hair on my chinny-chin-chin!”
This made the wolf angry, and he said, — “Then I’ll huff, and I’ll puff, and I’ll blow your house in!”
The Story of The Three Little Pigs.
McLoughlin Bro’s: New York. Ca 1900.
“The Wolf is the Winner of the Game.”
“And,” said the Wolf, “where does your good Grannie live, little lady?”
“Through the copse, and down the hollow, and over the bridge, and three meadows after the mill.”
“Does she, indeed?” cried he. “Why, then, I do believe she is a very dear old friend of mine, whom I have not seen for years and years. Now, I’ll tell you what we’ll do, you and I: I will go by this way, and you shall take that, and whoever gets there first shall be the winner of the game.”
So the Wolf trotted off one way and Red Riding-Hood went the other; and I am sorry to say that she lingered and loitered more than she ought to have done on the road.
MOTHER FAIRY-TALES
Little Red Riding-Hood.
Henry Altemus Company: Philadelphia. 1908.