Coming to His Majesty, his fame rang through the court; and, as a reward for his service, the Duke bestowed his daughter in marriage to Jack. The whole kingdom was filled with joy at the wedding. After which the King bestowed upon him a noble house, with a large estate, where he and his lady passed their days in great joy and happiness. LITTLE RED RIDING HOOD. Once upon a time there was a little girl who lived in a village. She was such a nice little girl that her grandmother was very fond of her, and made her a little red cloak with a hood. So everybody called her Little Red Riding Hood. One day when her mother was baking, she said: "I hear your poor grandmother is ill in bed. You shall go across the forest and see how she is, and take her this cake and a pot of butter." Little Red Riding Hood was delighted to go, though it was rather a long walk. So she took the basket with the cakes and butter on her arm, and set off. No sooner had she got well into the forest, than a wolf came by that road. "Good morning, Red Riding Hood," said the wolf; "where are you going?" Now, Red Riding Hood did not know that it is dangerous to stop and speak to wolves, and she only thought him a nice respectable wolf who knew manners. So she made a curtsey, and said: "I'm going to see grandmother, because she's ill; and I am taking her a cake and a pot of butter." "Where does your grandmother live?" asked the wolf. "In a cottage quite by itself, across the forest," said Red Riding Hood. "Well, good morning," said the wolf. "If I were you, I would stop for a while, and pick some wild flowers to make a posy for your grandmother." Red Riding Hood thought this would please her granny very much, and the wolf trotted away. As soon as he was out of her sight, he galloped away to the old woman's cottage, and knocked. "Who's there?" asked the old woman, in a feeble voice. "Little Red Riding Hood," said the wolf, imitating a little girl's voice. "Mother has sent you a cake and a pot of butter. "Lift up the latch and walk in," said the grandmother; "I'm ill in bed, and can't come to the door." So the wolf lifted the latch and sprang in, and gobbled up the poor old grandmother in a moment. Then he put on her nightgown and nightcap, got into bed, and pulled up the bedclothes. Presently Red Riding Hood came and knocked at the door. "Who's there?" asked the wolf, imitating the grandmother's voice. "Little Red Riding Hood. Mother has sent you a cake and a pot of butter." "Lift up the latch and walk in," said the wolf, and Red Riding Hood entered. The wolf had got down so far under the bedclothes that nothing of him could be seen but the top of his nightcap. "How hoarse you are, Granny!" said Red Riding Hood. "That's because I've got such a bad cold, my dear," said the wolf. "It's getting late, so you must undress and come to bed."