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    Good-Night (Buenas Noches) - Illustrated by Arthur Rackham
    Good-Night (Buenas Noches) - Illustrated by Arthur Rackham
    Good-Night (Buenas Noches) - Illustrated by Arthur Rackham
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    Good-Night (Buenas Noches) - Illustrated by Arthur Rackham

    By Eleanor Gates and Arthur Rackham

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    Pook Press celebrates the great Golden Age of Illustration in children's literature. Many of the earliest children's books, particularly those dating back to the 1850s and before, are now extremely scarce and increasingly expensive. Pook Press are working to republish these classic works in affordable, high quality, colour editions, using the original text and artwork so these works can delight another generation of children. Arthur Rackham (1867-1939) was one of the premier illustrators of the early 20th Century. He illustrated many books, the first of which was published in 1893. Throughout his career he had developed a very individual style that is was to influence a whole generation of children, artists and other illustrators. His haunting humour and dreamlike romance adds to the enchantment and fantasy of children's literature.
    LanguageEnglish
    PublisherRead Books Ltd.
    Release dateApr 16, 2013
    ISBN9781473383821
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      Good-Night (Buenas Noches) - Illustrated by Arthur Rackham - Eleanor Gates

      GOOD-NIGHT

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      SCARLET fuchsias on a swaying branch freckled the ‘dobe wall behind Loretta’s perch. The parrot, her claws wide apart, her brilliant rudder tilting to balance her gray body, industriously snapped at the blossoms. One secured at last, she turned slowly about and, with infinite care, let it drop upon the open pages of Padre Alonzo’s book.

      The padre brushed the flower away and glanced up.

      "Buenos días, señor! clacked Loretta; buenos días! buenos días! buenos días!"

      Good-day to thyself, retorted the padre. He spoke in Spanish, shaking a stout finger. And tear not the flowers again. They be the last of the kind till after the New Year. So take warning, I say, lest thou find thyself thrust without the garden.

      Loretta recognized displeasure in his voice. She mumbled an inquiring "Ga-a-wk! ga-a-wk!" and shifted thoughtfully from foot to foot. But, presently, the padre having resumed his reading, she turned once more to catch at the swaying branch.

      When a second fuchsia came fluttering down to his hand, Padre Alonzo uncrossed his sandals and rose. "Oh!

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