HARQUIN

The fox who disobeyed his father and went down to the valley redeemed himself by leading the hunters astray, thus saving the family den. Like Mr. Burningham's books generally, this is more of a pictorial tour de force than a story, but the scenes of the horde in red tearing after the fox, then spilling helter skelter into the bog, of the choleric squire sitting in the slie and Harquin waiting quietly for the party to leave, pull out all stops in color, composition, technique: and if the whole is something of a hodgepodge, each spread serves the situation well. Where youngsters will respond to the spoof of tally ho-kum, the pictures are sure to please.