A Bear Called Paddington by Michael Bond ; With drawings by Peggy Fortnum
Boston : Houghton Mifflin Company, 1960. Ninth printing. Hardcover. 128 pages ; illustrated ; 22 cm. Price-clipped dust jacket with large 2' tear and quarter size piece of the dust jacket missing on the front. Minor ink stain on the dust jacket rear. Gift inscription on flyleaf. Pages are clean and unmarked. Binding is firm.
From the Dust Jacket :
A Bear Called PADDINGTON
Illustrated by Peggy Fortnum
It gives us great pleasure to introduce a bear called Paddington —a most endearing bear from Darkest Peru. Mr. and Mrs. Brown first met him on a railway platform in London. He was sitting on a battered suitcase, wearing a most odd looking hat and a sign hanging around his neck said, "Please look after this bear. Thank you." So that is just what they did, little knowing that home would never be the same once Paddington became a member of the family.
For an earnest, gentle and well-mean¬ing bear, poor Paddington has an absolute talent for getting into trouble. His intentions are always the best, but from the very first night when he attempted his first bath and ended up nearly flooding the house, Paddington was seldom far from imminent disaster.
Of course, Jonathan and Judy were delighted with the amount of havoc that Paddington could cause and even Mr. and Mrs. Brown had to admit that life seemed to be more filled with adventure when there was a bear from Darkest Peru in the house.
Paddington has already created quite a name for himself in England. Now his particular brand of preposterous humor and gentle satire can charm a whole new audience of 6 to 10 year olds.
Mrs. Brown clutched at her husband. "Why, Henry," she exclaimed. "I believe you were right after all. It is a bear!"
She peered at it more closely. It seemed a very unusual kind of bear. It was brown in colour, a rather dirty brown, and it was wearing a most odd-looking hat, with a wide brim, just as Mr. Brown had said. From beneath the brim two large, round eyes stared back at her.
Seeing that something was expected of it the bear stood up and politely raised its hat, revealing two black ears. "Good afternoon," it said, in a small, clear voice.
"Er . . . good afternoon," replied Mr. Brown, doubtfully. There was a moment of silence.
The bear looked at them inquiringly. "Can I help you?"
Mr. Brown looked rather embarrassed.
"Well . . . no. Er ... as a matter of fact, we were wondering if we could help you."
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