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- Herausgeber: Books on Demand
- Kategorie: Fantasy und Science-Fiction
- Sprache: Englisch
- Veröffentlichungsjahr: 2018
Peter Pan in Kensington Gardens is a novel by J. M. Barrie, illustrated by Arthur Rackham, and published by Hodder & Stoughton in late November or early December 1906; it is one of four major literary works by Barrie featuring the widely known literary character he created, Peter Pan. The story of this book is set in Kensington Gardens, one of the London Royal Parks, mostly after "Lock-Out Time", described by Barrie as the time at the end of the day when the park gates are closed to the public. After this time the fairies, and other magical inhabitants of the park, can move about more freely than during the daylight, when they must hide from ordinary people. (Source: Wikipedia)
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PETER PANIN KENSINGTON GARDENS
By
J. M. (James Matthew) Barrie(1860–1937)
Illustrated by
Arthur Rackham(1867–1939)
© 2018 SKRIPTART
www.skriptart.de
ISBN 9783748152163
Contents
Titlepage
About This Ebook
List of Illustrations
Peter Pan’s Map
Frontispiece
Peter Pan in Kensington Gardens
1 The Grand Tour of the Gardens
2 Peter Pan
3 The Thrush’s Nest
4 Lock-out Time
5 The Little House
6 Peter’s Goat
Illustrations
Peter Pan’s Map of Kensington Gardens
Kensington Gardens
The Kensington Gardens are in London, where the King lives
The lady with the balloons, who sits just outside
In the Broad Walk you meet all the people who are worth knowing
The Broad Walk in winter
The Hump, which is the part of the Broad Walk where all the big races are run
There is almost nothing that has such a keen sense of fun as a fallen leaf
One of the paths that have made themselves
The Serpentine is a lovely lake
The island on which all the birds are born that become baby boys and girls
Old Mr. Salford was a crab-apple of an old gentleman
Away he flew, right over the houses to the Gardens
The fairies have their tiffs with the birds
He popped in alarm behind a tulip
A band of workmen rushed away
The timid creatures ran from him
He put his strange case before old Solomon Caw
The birds on the island never got used to him
Peter screamed out, ‘Do it again!
Peter clung to the tail
The birds said that they would help him no more
‘Preposterous!’ cried Solomon in a rage
For years he had been quietly filling his stocking
You meet grown-up people who puff and blow
He passed under the bridge
There now arose a mighty storm
Fairies are in hiding until dusk
They are so cunning
They skip along pretty lively
They stand quite still pretending to be flowers
A fairy ring
The fairies are exquisite dancers
They sometimes slyly change the board on a ball night
Linkmen running in front carrying winter cherries
When her Majesty wants to know the time
The fairies sit round on mushrooms
Butter is got from the roots of old trees
Wallflower juice is good for reviving dancers
They all tickled him on the shoulder
Peter Pan is the fairies’ orchestra
One day they were overheard by a fairy
Weaving their summer curtains from skeleton leaves
The Gardens were white with snow
She ran to St. Govor’s Well and hid
There was a good deal going on in the Baby Walk
An elderberry stood chatting with some young quinces
A chrysanthemum said pointedly, ‘Hoity-toity, what is this?’
She escorted them up the Baby Walk and back again
The trees warned her about the fairies
Queen Mab, who rules in the Gardens
The doctor murmured, ‘Cold, quite cold’
What they say is, ‘We feel dancey’
Looking very undancey indeed
‘I have the honour to inform your excellency that your grace is in love’
Building the house for Maimie
If the bad ones among the fairies happen to be out
They will certainly mischief you
The two tombstones of Walter Stephen Matthews and Phoebe Phelps
TOSYLVIA AND ARTHUR LLEWELYN DAVIESAND THEIR BOYS (MY BOYS)
I
THE GRAND TOUROF THE GARDENS
YOU MUST SEE for yourselves that it will be difficult to follow Peter Pan’s adventures unless you are familiar with the Kensington Gardens. They are in London, where the King lives, and I used to take David there nearly every day unless he was looking decidedly flushed. No child has ever been in the whole of the Gardens, because it is so soon time to turn back. The reason it is soon time to turn back is that, if you are as small as David, you sleep from twelve to one. If your mother was not so sure that you sleep from twelve to one, you could most likely see the whole of them.
The Gardens are bounded on one side by a never-ending line of omnibuses, over which your nurse has such authority that if she holds up her finger to any one of them it stops immediately. She then crosses with you in safety to the other side. There are more gates to the Gardens than one gate, but that is the one you go in at, and before you go in you speak to the lady with the balloons, who sits just outside. This is as near to being inside as she may venture, because, if she were to let go her hold of the railings for one moment, the balloons would lift her up, and she would be flown away. She sits very squat, for the balloons are always tugging at her, and the strain has given her quite a red face. Once she was a new one, because the old one had let go, and David was very sorry for the old one, but as she did let go, he wished he had been there to see.
The Gardens are a tremendous big place, with millions and hundreds of trees; and first you come to the Figs, but you scorn to loiter there, for the Figs is the resort of superior little persons, who are forbidden to mix with the commonalty, and is so named, according to legend, because they dress in full fig. These dainty ones are themselves contemptuously called Figs by David and other heroes, and you have a key to the manners and customs of this dandiacal section of the Gardens when I tell you that cricket is called crickets here. Occasionally a rebel Fig climbs over the fence into the world, and such a one was Miss Mabel Grey, of whom I shall tell you when we come to Miss Mabel Grey’s gate. She was the only really celebrated Fig.
