She had never seen the little house before,
and it was such a strange little house that she forgot all the things her
mother had told her about being polite: first she looked in at the window,
and then she peeped in at the keyhole; and seeing nobody in the house, she
lifted the latch. The door was not fastened, because the Bears were good
Bears, who did nobody any harm, and never suspected that anybody would
harm them. So Goldilocks opened the door, and went in; and well pleased
she was when she saw the porridge on the table. If Goldilocks had
remembered what her mother had told her, she would have waited till the
Bears came home, and then, perhaps, they would have asked her to
breakfast; for they were good Bears--a little rough, as the manner of
Bears is, but for all that very good-natured and hospitable. But
Goldilocks forgot, and set about helping herself.
So first she tasted the porridge of the Great Huge Bear, and that was too
hot. And then she tasted the porridge of the Middle-sized Bear, and that
was too cold. And then she went to the porridge of the Little Small Wee
Bear, and tasted that: and that was neither too hot nor too cold, but just
right; and she liked it so well, that she ate it all up.
Then Goldilocks sat down in the chair of the Great Huge Bear, and that was
too hard for her.
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