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P. L. Travers

Mary Poppins in the Park

First published 1952

Library of Congress Cataloging-in-Publication Data

Travers, P. L., 1906–1996.

Mary Poppins in the park/P. L. Travers.

p. cm.

Summary: More adventures

of Mary Poppins, Michael, Jane, the twins,

and baby Annabel.

[1. Fantasy.] I. Shepard, Mary, 1909– ill. II. Title.

ISBN 0-15-201716-X

ISBN 0-15-201721-6 pb

PZ7.T689Maspl5 1997 [Fic] 75-30526

Printed in the United States of America

Text set in Minister Light

Designed by Linda Lockowitz

A C E F D B

A C E F D B (pb)

To

Camillus,

Crocus

and

Pompey

The adventures in this book should be understood to have happened during any of the three visits of Mary Poppins to the Banks family. This is a word of warning to anybody who may be expecting they are in for a fourth visit. She cannot forever arrive and depart. And, apart from that, it should be remembered that three is a lucky number.

Those who already know Mary Poppins will also be familiar with many of the other characters who appear here. And those who don't — if they want to know them more intimately — can find them in the earlier volumes.

P. L. T.

CHAPTER ONE

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 scarlettail. 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! I'll 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 handbag 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 can't 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 you do?' she enquired, with a sniff.

He wanted to say that if he were a dog he would do just as he liked — swim or not, as the mood took him, without asking leave of anyone. But what if her face was looking fierce! Silence was best, he decided.

'Nothing!' he said in a meek voice. 'It's too hot to argue, Mary Poppins!'

'Out of nothing comes nothing!' She tossed her head in its tulip hat. 'And I'm not arguing, I'm talking!' She was having the last word, as usual.

The sunlight caught her knitting-needles as it shone through the broad magnolia leaves on the little group below. John and Barbara, leaning their heads on each other's shoulders, were dozing and waking, waking and dozing. Annabel was fast asleep in Mary Poppins' shadow. Light and darkness dappled them all and splotched the face of the Park Keeper as he dived at a piece of newspaper.

'All litter to be placed in the baskets! Obey the rules!' he said sternly.

Mary Poppins looked him up and down. Her glance would have withered an oak-tree.

'That's not my litter,' she retorted.

'Oh?' he said disbelievingly.

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