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Summary
Summary
By P.L. Travers, the author featured in the major motion picture, Saving Mr. Banks.
From the moment Mary Poppins arrives at Number Seventeen Cherry-Tree Lane, everyday life at the Banks house is forever changed. This classic series tells the story of the world's most beloved nanny, who brings enchantment and excitement with her everywhere she goes. Featuring the charming original cover art by Mary Shepard, these new editions are sure to delight readers of all ages.
Only the incomparable Mary Poppins can lead the Banks children on one marvelous adventure after another. Together they meet the Goosegirl and the Swineherd, argue with talking cats on a distant planet, make the acquaintance of the folks who live under dandelions, and celebrate a birthday by dancing with their own shadows. And that's just for starters!
Author Notes
Born in Australia to an Irish father and a Scottish mother, Helen Lyndon Goff aka. P. L. Travers was a voracious reader and began to write while she was still a child. She did some acting but quickly moved into literary and dramatic criticism; she wrote some highly respected poetry as well. However, it is her series of books for children, starting with Mary Poppins (1934), on which her fame rests. The prim, kindly, and enchanting nanny takes charge of the Banks's household and brings the children a seemingly endless stream of fantasy adventures. The book was an immediate success. Walt Disney's (see Vol. 3) musical version, in 1964, brought the stories to an even wider audience. Subsequent books about Mary Poppins include Mary Poppins Comes Back, Mary Poppins Opens the Door, Mary Poppins in the Park, Mary Poppins from A to Z, and Mary Poppins and the House Next Door. Other more recent books include About Sleeping Beauty (1975) and Two Pair of Shoes (1980). Travers was made an Officer of the Order of the British Empire in 1977. She lived into advanced old age, but her health was declining toward the end of her life. Travers died in London on April 23,1996 at the age of 96.
(Bowker Author Biography)
Reviews (1)
Horn Book Review
Newly designed, and still containing the original artwork, these four books from the beloved series are now available as Harcourt Brace Young Classics hardcover editions and Odyssey Classics paperback editions. Reviews 1/35, 12/52, 1/44. From HORN BOOK Fall 1998, (c) Copyright 2010. The Horn Book, Inc., a wholly owned subsidiary of Media Source, Inc. No redistribution permitted.
Excerpts
Excerpts
Every Goose a Swan The summer day was hot and still. The cherry-trees that bordered the Lane could feel their cherries ripening the green slowly turning to yellow and the yellow blushing red. The houses dozed in the dusty gardens with their shutters over their eyes. Do not disturb us! they seemed to say. We rest in the afternoon. And the starlings hid themselves in the chimneys with their heads under their wings. Over the Park lay a cloud of sunlight as thick and as golden as syrup. No wind stirred the heavy leaves. The flowers stood up, very still and shiny, as though they were made of metal. Down by the Lake the benches were empty. The people who usually sat there had gone home out of the heat. Neleus, the little marble statue, looked down at the placid water. No goldfish flirted a scarlet tail. They were all sitting under the lily-leaves using them as umbrellas. The Lawns spread out like a green carpet, motionless in the sunlight. Except for a single, rhythmic movement, you might have thought that the whole Park was only a painted picture. To and fro, by the big magnolia, the Park Keeper was spearing up rubbish and putting it into a litter-basket. He stopped his work and looked up as two dogs trotted by. They had come from Cherry-Tree Lane, he knew, for Miss Lark was calling from behind her shutters. Andrew! Willoughby! Please come back! Don't go swimming in that dirty Lake! Ill make you some Iced Tea! Andrew and Willoughby looked at each other, winked, and trotted on. But as they passed the big magnolia, they started and pulled up sharply. Down they flopped on the grass, panting with their pink tongues lolling out. Mary Poppins, neat and prim in her blue skirt and a new hat trimmed with a crimson tulip, looked at them over her knitting. She was sitting bolt upright against the tree, with a plaid rug spread on the lawn around her. Her hand-bag sat tidily by her side. And above her, from a flowering branch, the parrot umbrella dangled. She glanced at the two thumping tails and gave a little sniff. Put in your tongues and sit up straight! You are not a pair of wolves. The two dogs sprang at once to attention. And Jane, lying on the lawn, could see they were doing their very best to put their tongues in their cheeks. And remember, if you're going swimming, Mary Poppins continued, to shake yourselves when you come out. Don't come sprinkling us! Andrew and Willoughby looked reproachful. As though, Mary Poppins, they seemed to say, we would dream of such a thing! All right, then. Be off with you! And they sped away like shots from a gun. Come back! Miss Lark cried anxiously. But nobody took any notice. Why cant I swim in the Park Lake? asked Michael in a smothered voice. He was lying face downwards in the grass watching a family of ants. You're not a dog! Mary Poppins reminded him. I know, Mary Poppins. But if I were Was she smiling or not?he couldn't be sure, with his nose pressed into the earth. Well what would Excerpted from Mary Poppins in the Park by Pamela L. Travers, P. L. Travers All rights reserved by the original copyright owners. Excerpts are provided for display purposes only and may not be reproduced, reprinted or distributed without the written permission of the publisher.
Table of Contents
Every Goose a shy;Swan |
The Faithful shy;Friends Lucky shy;Thursday |
The Children in the shy;Story |
The Park in the shy;Park Hallowe'en |