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It also related that once when Red-Cap was again taking cakes to

the old grandmother, another wolf spoke to her, and tried to

entice her from the path. Red-Cap, however, was on her guard, and

went straight forward on her way, and told her grandmother that

she had met the wolf, and that he had said 'good morning' to her,

but with such a wicked look in his eyes, that if they had not

been on the public road she was certain he would have eaten her

up. 'Well,' said the grandmother, 'we will shut the door, that he

may not come in.' Soon afterwards the wolf knocked, and cried:

'Open the door, grandmother, I am Little Red-Cap, and am bringing

you some cakes.' But they did not speak, or open the door, so the

grey-beard stole twice or thrice round the house, and at last

jumped on the roof, intending to wait until Red-Cap went home in

the evening, and then to steal after her and devour her in the

darkness. But the grandmother saw what was in his thoughts.