Red Riding Hood Playing in Woods
... or a great bee would come buzzing near her, and she would stop to watch it gathering honey from the flowers, and wild thyme. So she went on very slowly. By-and-by she saw Hugh, the woodman.
Where are you going, Little Red Riding-Hood, said he, all alone?
I am going to my grandmamma's, said the child. Good day; I must make haste now, for it' grows late.