“Before their marriages, Mr. Dearly and Pongo had lived in a bachelor flat, where they were looked after by Mr. Dearly’s old nurse, Nanny Butler. Mrs. Dearly and Missis had also lived in a bachelor flat (there are no such things as spinster flats), where they were looked after by Mrs. Dearly’s old nurse, Nanny Cook. The dogs and their pets met at the same time and shared a wonderfully happy double engagement, but they were all a little worried about what was to happen to Nanny Cook and Nanny Butler. It would be all right when the Dearlys started a family, particularly if it could be twins, with one twin for each Nanny, but until then, what were the Nannies going to do? For though they could cook breakfast and provide meals on trays (meals called “a nice egg by the fire”) neither of them was capable of running a smart little house in Regent’s Park, where the Dearlys hoped to invite their friends to diner. And then something happened. Nanny Cook and Nanny Butler met and, after a few minutes of deep suspicion, took a great liking to each other. And they had a good laugh about their names. “What a pity we’re not a real cook and butler,” said Nanny Cook. “Yes, that’s what’s needed now,” said Nanny Butler. And then they both together had the Great Idea: Nanny Cook would train to be a real cook, and Nanny Butler would train to be a real butler. They would start the very next day and be fully trained by the wedding. “But you’ll have to be a parlourmaid, really,” said Nanny Cook. “Certainly not,” said Nanny Butler. “I haven’t the figure for it. I shall be a real butler- and I shall valet Mr. Dearly, which will need no training as I’ve done it since the day he was born.” And so when the Dearlys and the Pongos got back from their joint honeymoon, there were Nanny Cook and Nanny Butler, fully trained, ready to welcome them into the little house facing Regent’s Park. It came as something of a shock that Nanny Butler was wearing trousers. “Wouldn’t a black dress with a nice frilly apron be better?” suggested Mrs. Dearly-rather nervously, because Nanny Butler had never been her Nanny. “You can’t be a butler without trousers,” said Nanny Butler firmly. “But I’ll get a frilly apron tomorrow. It will add a note of originality.” It did.”
…so… I had this read to me as a kid and I remembered something of it, but heh, why aren’t we talking about Nanny Cook and Nanny Butler?
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