If you want to find cherry tree lane ask the policeman at the crossroads. and if you follow his directions exactly you will be right in the middle of cherry tree lane where the cherry-trees go dancing right down the middle. if you are looking for number seventeen you will very soon find it. it is the smallest house in the lane. and besides that, it is the only one that needs painting. but mr. banks, who owns it, said to mrs. banks that she could have either a nice, clean, comfortable house or four children. mrs. banks decided to have jane, who was the eldest, and michael, who came next, and john and barbara, who were twins and came last of all. that was how the banks family came to live at number seventeen, with mrs. brill to cook for them, and to waste time í³ïý»é å³ù³ý³ïá to waste money ÷áõ»ñá ùëë»é to advertise ·áí³½¹»é to queue ñ»ñã ï³ý·ý»é to make money ÷áõ í³ëï³ï»é to land í³ûñ¿çù ï³ï³ñ»é at the front door ùáõïùç ¹é³ý ùáï mary poppins east wind (extract from “mary poppins” by pamela l. travers) (part 1) pronunciation poem please remember to say iron so that it’ll rhyme with lion. advertisers advertise. advertisements will put you wise. 1. study the words. pre-reading task it’s a long story 2. listen and learn. listening spot 14 ellen to lay the tables, and robertson to cut the lawn and clean the knives and polish the shoes and as mr. banks always said, “to waste his time and my money”.and, of course, besides these there was katie nanna who left number seventeen without saying goodbye or a word of warning. “what am i to do? ” said mrs. banks. “advertise, my dear. put in the morning paper the news that jane and michael and john and barbara banks (to say nothing of their mother) require the best possible nannie at the lowest possible wage at once. then wait for the nannies to queue up outside the front gate,” said mr. banks. then he looked out of the window and said: “east wind. there is frost in my bones. i shall wear two overcoats.” and he kissed his wife absent-mindedly on one side of her nose and waved to the children and went away to the city. the city was a place where mr. banks went every day (except sundays, of course, and bank holidays), sat on a large chair in front of a large desk and made money. mrs. banks started to write letters to the papers. and upstairs in the nursery, jane and michael looked out of the window and wondered who could come. they never liked katie nanna and were happy she left them. she was old and fat. after supper jane and michael sat at the window waiting for mr. banks to come home and listening to the sound of the east wind blowing through the branches of the cherry-trees. “there he is! ” said michael, pointing to a shape that banged heavily against the gate. “that’s not daddy,” she said. “it’s somebody else.” the shape belonged to a woman, who was holding her hat with one hand and carrying a bag in the other. as soon as the shape was inside the gate the wind lifted her and threw her at the front door. the children heard a terrific bang and when she landed the whole house shook.
