The seventh gift was a little white bedstead, with mattress and sheets, a dear little puffy comfortable, and a dainty coverlet and two pillows. Of course, Dolly was tired enough after her ride to be undressed and go to bed, and very sweet she looked as she was tucked snugly in. "Now shut your eyes and go right to sleep!" Dolly was bidden, and she obeyed at once. "What a perfectly lovely birthday!" murmured Little Cousin, drawing her darling--bed and all--close to her pillow. Then she shut her own eyes, to keep Dolly company. When the Merry Mother peeped in, the Little Cousin from Constantinople lay quite still among her treasures--fast asleep. LITTLE RED RIDING-HOOD RETOLD FROM GRIMM There was once a sweet little girl, who had gained the love of every one, even those who had only seen her once. She had an old grandmother, who knew not how to do enough for her, she loved her so much. Once she sent her a little cloak with a red velvet hood, which became her so well that she obtained the name of Little Red Riding-Hood. One day her mother said to her: "Come, Red Riding-Hood, I want you to go and see your grandmother, and take her a piece of cake and a bottle of wine; for she is ill and weak, and this will do her good. Make haste and get ready before the weather gets too hot, and go straight on your road while you are out, and behave prettily and modestly; and do not run, for fear you should fall and break the bottle, and then grandmother would have no wine. And when you pass through the village, do not forget to courtesy and say 'Good-morning' to every one who knows you." "I will do everything you tell me, mother," said the child as she wished her good-by and started for her long walk. It was quite half an hour's walk through the wood from the village to the grandmother's house, and no sooner had Red Riding-Hood entered the wood than she met a wolf. Red Riding-Hood did not know what a wicked animal he was, and felt not the least afraid of him. "Good-day, Red Riding-Hood," he said. "Good-morning, sir," replied the little girl, with a courtesy. "Where are you going so early, Red Riding-Hood?" he asked. "To my grandmother, sir," she replied. "Mother baked yesterday, and she has sent me with a piece of cake and a bottle of wine to her because she is sick, and it will make her stronger and do her good." "Where does your grandmother live, Red Riding-Hood?" "About half a mile from here through the wood; her house stands under three large oak trees, near to the nut hedges; you would easily know it," said Red Riding-Hood. The wolf, when he heard this, thought to himself, "This little, delicate thing would be a sweet morsel for me at last, and taste nicer than her old grandmother, but she would not satisfy my hunger; I must make a meal of them both." Then he walked quietly on by the side of Red Riding-Hood till they came to a part of the wood where a number of flowers grew.