"All the better to hug you with," says he. "But, Grandmamma, Grandmamma, what big legs you have!" "All the better to run with, my dear." "Oh, Grandmamma, Grandmamma, what big ears you've got!" "All the better to hear with, my dear." "But, Grandmamma, Grandmamma, what big eyes you've got!" "All the better to see you with, my dear!" "Oh, Grandmamma, Grandmamma, what big teeth you've got!" "All the better to eat you with, my dear!" says that wicked, wicked wolf, and with that he gobbled up little Red Riding-Hood. CHILDE ROWLAND Childe Rowland and his brothers twain Were playing at the ball. Their sister, Burd Helen, she played In the midst among them all. For Burd Helen loved her brothers, and they loved her exceedingly. At play she was ever their companion and they cared for her as brothers should. And one day when they were at ball close to the churchyard-- Childe Rowland kicked it with his foot And caught it on his knee. At last as he plunged among them all, O'er the church he made it flee. Now Childe Rowland was Burd Helen's youngest, dearest brother, and there was ever a loving rivalry between them as to which should win. So with a laugh-- Burd Helen round about the aisle To seek the ball is gone. Now the ball had trundled to the right of the church; so, as Burd Helen ran the nearest way to get it, she ran contrary to the sun's course, and the light, shining full on her face, sent her shadow behind her. Thus that happened which will happen at times when folk forget and run widershins, that is against the light, so that their shadows are out of sight and cannot be taken care of properly. Now what happened you will learn by and by; meanwhile, Burd Helen's three brothers waited for her return. But long they waited, and longer still, And she came not back again. Then they grew alarmed, and-- They sought her east, they sought her west, They sought her up and down. And woe were the hearts of her brethren, Since she was not to be found. Not to be found anywhere--she had disappeared like dew on a May morning. So at last her eldest brother went to Great Merlin the Magician, who could tell and foretell, see and foresee all things under the sun and beyond it, and asked him where Burd Helen could have gone. "Fair Burd Helen," said the Magician, "must have been carried off with her shadow by the fairies when she was running round the church widershins; for fairies have power when folk go against the light. She will now be in the Dark Tower of the King of Elfland, and none but the boldest knight in Christendom will be able to bring her back." "If it be possible to bring her back," said the eldest brother, "I will do it, or perish in the attempt." "Possible it is," quoth Merlin the Magician gravely. "But woe be to the man or mother's son who attempts the task if he be not well taught beforehand what he is to do."