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MOTHER HUBBARD'S PICTURE BOOK

Her neck did she CRANE, As she looked up the LANE To see the Three Bears pass by. They all went in, oddly, At the head of the Bodley An A.B.C. for to buy.

She went rather nearer To get a good look, And when she came back He had run through her book!

MOTHER HUBBARD HER PICTURE BOOK

Containing: MOTHER HUBBARD, THE THREE BEARS, & THE ABSURD A.B.C.

With the Original Coloured Pictures, an Illustrated Preface & Odds & End Papers, never before printed.

John Lane. The Bodley Head. London & New York.

PREFACE MOTHER HUBBARD, as we all know, had a cupboard which she found bare on one occasion.

Well, this is Mother Hubbard's Picture Book, and it's rather bearish, too, for there are no less than THREE BEARS therein.

But you must not suppose that the book is altogether bear, because there are other things in it.

There's Apple pie, for instance to my certain knowledge, and "victuals and drink" of sorts, as well--but I must not let the cat out of the bag all at once--besides Mother Hubbard's clever dog is still feeding it, for his day is not over yet, and he is up to all his old tricks.

When you are tired of him, and if you can manage to get past the Three Bears, you will find the rest as ABSURDly easy as A.B.C. and probably meet many old friends on the way.

Walter Crane

Walter Crane's Picture Books Re-issue

MOTHER HUBBARD.

John Lane The Bodley Head London & New York

Old Mother Hubbard Went to the cupboard To get her poor Dog a bone; But when she came there The cupboard was bare, And so the poor Dog had none.

She went to the baker's To buy him some bread, But when she came back, The poor Dog was dead.

She went to the joiner's To buy him a coffin, But when she came back, The poor Dog was laughing.

She took a clean dish To get him some tripe, But when she came back, He was smoking a pipe.

She went to the ale-house To get him some beer, But when she came back, The Dog sat in a chair.

She went to the tavern For white wine and red, But when she came back, The Dog stood on his head.

She went to the hatter's, To buy him a hat, But when she came back, He was feeding the cat.

She went to the barber's To buy him a wig, But when she came back, He was dancing a jig.

She went to the fruiterer's To buy him some fruit, But when she came back, He was playing the flute.

She went to the tailor's To buy him a coat, But when she came back, He was riding a goat.

She went to the cobbler's To buy him some shoes, But when she came back, He was reading the news.

She went to the sempstress To buy him some linen, But when she came back, The Dog was a-spinning.

She went to the hosier's To buy him some hose, But when she came back, He was drest in his clothes.

The Dame made a curtsey, The Dog made a bow; The Dame said, "Your servant," The Dog said, "Bow wow!"

This wonderful Dog Was Dame Hubbard's delight, He could sing, he could dance. He could read, he could write.

She gave him rich dainties Whenever he fed, And erected a monument When he was dead.

Walter Crane's Picture Books Re-issue:

The following may be had in this series:

THIS LITTLE PIG THE FAIRY SHIP KING LUCKIEBOY MOTHER HUBBARD THE THREE BEARS THE ABSURD A.B.C.

John Lane The Bodley Head London & New York

Walter Crane's Picture Books Re-issue

THE THREE BEARS

John Lane The Bodley Head London & New York

THE THREE BEARS.

Some time ago, ere we were born or thought of, There lived a little girl, who liked to roam Through lonely woods and lanes, unknown, unsought of Such folk who like to stop and stay at home. She found out curious things in all her travel And one of her adventures I will tell: Once, in a wood she saw a path of gravel, Which led to a small cottage in a dell.

And, as the door stood open, in walked boldly, This child, whose name was Silverlocks, I'm told; There was nobody there to treat her coldly, No friend to call her back, no nurse to scold. She found herself within a parlour charming; And there upon the table there were placed Three basins, sending up a smell so warming, That she at once felt hungry, and must taste. The largest basin first, but hot and biting The soup was in it, and the second too; The smallest basin tasted so inviting, That up she ate it all, with small ado.

And next she saw three chairs, and tried to sit in The biggest, but it was too hard and high; The middle one she scarcely seemed to fit in, But in the smallest chair sat easily; And rocked herself, her ease and comfort taking, Singing the pretty songs she knew so well; When, oh! the little chair cracked loud, and, breaking, Gave way all suddenly, and down she fell.

"Ah, well," she thought, "there may be beds to lie on Upstairs; I think I'll go at once and see." And so there were; she said aloud, "I'll try one, For I am tired and sleepy as can be." The biggest bed was not of feathers, surely, It was so hard; and so she tried the next, And found it little better; but securely She slept upon the smallest one, unvext. The little house belonged to bears, not persons; The Father Bear, so very rough and large; The Mother Bear ;

And then the little Cub, their only charge. They had gone for a walk before their dinner; Returning, Father growled, "Who's touched my soup?" "Who's touched my soup?" said Mother, with voice thinner; "But mine," said little Cub, "is finished up!" They turned to draw their chairs a little nearer; "Who's sat in my chair?" growled the Father Bear; "Who's sat in my chair?" said the Mother, clearer; And squeaked the little Cub, "Who's broken my small chair?"

They rushed upstairs, and Father Bruin, growling, Cried out, "Who's lain upon my bed?" "Who's lain on mine?" cried Mother Bruin, howling;

So Silverlocks, in sudden terror flying, Reached home; and when the Nurse the story hears, She says, "You are in luck, there's no denying, To get away in safety from THREE BEARS."

Walter Crane's Picture Books Re-issue:

The following may be had in this series:

THIS LITTLE PIG THE FAIRY SHIP KING LUCKIEBOY MOTHER HUBBARD THE THREE BEARS THE ABSURD A.B.C.

John Lane The Bodley Head London & New York

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