Donnerstag, 12. September 2019

LITTLE BROTHER LITTLE SISTER illustrated by ARTHUR RACKHAM


Arthur Rackham (19 September 1867 – 6 September 1939) was an English book illustrator. He is recognized as one of the leading literary figures during the Golden Age of British book illustration.

She took off her golden garter and put it round the roe-buck's neck.
Frontispiece



She crept after them secretly, as witches do creep.


The end of his beard was caught in a crack in the tree.


 So, one by one, he threw out all the money.

 The giant gave the one who was sitting next him a box on the ear.


 The third time she wore the star dress which sparkled at every step.



 "To whom do these twelve shirts belong?"



In came the three women dressed in the strangest fashion.



The old woman sized her by the gown, and tried to hold her fast.


 Suddenly the branches twined round her and turned into two arms.



 "Now I know why that stuck-up thing there does not eat."



 Gold pieces fell down on the cloth like a thunder shower.





When the bear heard the music he could not help beginning to dance.


 He played until the room was entirely filled with gnomes.


 They came at last to their poor old friend.


 The pretty maiden skipped through the hoop as lightly as a deer.


Groaning continually, he claimed the mountain.


 There she sat,and would have remained sitting a long time, if there had not been a rustling and cracking in the in the boughsof the nearest tree.

When it was sharp enough, he looked round at the strangers.


What did she find there but real ripe strawbeeries.

With every word she said, out of her mouth jumped a toad.


A terrible fellow half as big as the tree by which he was standing.

 The cat came creeping in.


 The three army-surgeons


He sniffed and said, "Wife, I smell a Christian."


 The waiting maid sprang down first and maid  Maleen followed.

 When her husband saw her, she shouted, "Hi! come to me here."


 At last she met the bridegroom who was coming slowly back.


It was just as the wind had whistled by.


 She begged quite prettily to be allowed to spend the night there.


 It was not long before the seven-headed dragon came, loudly roaring.

Instantly they lay still all turned into stone.








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