The mother, as she trotted away, felt no fear for her little daughter’s safety. “No one knows that password but myself,” she said; “but I shall be very glad when Nanny is old enough to go out with me to dine on the green hill. She is lonely when I am gone.”
Little Nanny was not as safe as the mother thought, for slinking in the bushes near Mrs. White Paw’s home was the hateful wolf. He heard the password which the mother gave to her little one, and laughed at the thought of the good feast which he should have by and by.
After the mother had been away for some time, the wolf sneaked to the door of the little house. He knocked, and gave the password, “Cursed be the wolf and all his race.” in a voice much like that of Mrs. White Paw.
Nanny started to open the door, thinking that her mother had come home; but she stopped, for the voice had not sounded quite like her mother’s voice. “I will make sure that it is no one but my mother,” she said to herself. So she called, “Mother, show me your white paw before I open the door.”
The wolf was angry, for he had no white paw to show. He gave a long, angry howl and went away.
The mother heard the howl as she turned her face homeward. “That will frighten Nanny,” she said, and she hurried home. On reaching the house, she knocked and called in a cheery voice, “Cursed be the wolf and all his race.”
Nanny did not open the door at once. She called back, “Show me your white paw, mother.”
Mrs. White Paw put her paw to the crack in the door, and the door flew open.
“Why did you not let me in as soon as I gave the password, Nanny?” asked her mother.
Nanny told her of the wolf’s visit. Mrs. White Paw was very proud of her wise daughter.
“Now have your supper, my brave Nanny, and go to bed. How glad I am that you are safe!” said the happy mother.
A goat was on top of a high cliff eating grass.
A wolf was at the foot of the cliff looking at him. He wanted the goat for his supper, but he could not climb the steep cliff.
“Come down here,” said the wolf. “The grass is much better here. See how much of it there is.”
“Thank you,” said the goat. “You may have all of that good grass yourself, but you shall not eat me.”
“Hero is a wonderful dog,” said a shepherd, “I have not lost a sheep since I owned him, not one. Some foolish wolves tried to kill him when he was a puppy, but he treated them so badly that they have since been careful to keep out of his way.”
“He is certainly a brave dog,” said a neighbor, “but I think you are foolish to keep him. He eats as much meat as a dozen small dogs, and smaller dogs would take as good care of your sheep as he.”
“There may be something in what you say,” said the shepherd. “I have often wished that Hero ate less meat, but I should hate to part from him.”