Old Mother Hubbard aright, two pictures per stanza, one picture per page: on the left she's gone "to buy him some bread," on the right "the poor dog was dead"—and so on through a scene that's funny in itself for each foray and each return. Drawn in black leavened with olive or orange, they don't demand but they do repay attention, from the sausages and sides of beef hanging at the butcher's to the stockings of all sorts hanging at the hosier's. Comical indeed, and far more effective than Galdone.