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Mary Poppins stood at the edge of a gorgeous chalk drawing, and looked up at the sky. “We’d best go in before it starts to rain,” she said, then quirked her eyebrow. “What? I need to run some errands,” she nodded towards the painting. Then she offered her elbow to the person beside her.
“Well? Are you coming in or not?”
John and Michael spent the afternoon having a rather raucous snowball fight in the front yard for all the neighbors to see, which was then followed by downing copious amounts of hot coca so they were running around the house like mad for hours.
I can’t say what I was expecting by my coming to Disney but I know very well that being surrounded by this type of childish behavior was not it.
They're just boys Jane. That's what they enjoy doing, playing. Although I think a bit of your sensibilities would help you very much. At any rate I thought their snow angels were rather nice.
Wouldn't you like some hot cocoa?
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wendy: Ms Poppins! I'm sorry to bother you during your free time, but this really is a matter of great urgency!
wendy: I'm not sure if you realised, but you left your bag at our house. The bottomless one. And, well, I think Michael was rooting around inside to find your tape measure, to see if he'd grown any.
wendy: I told him it was rude to go through other people's things, and I must have startled him, because he toppled right in! And no matter how far I reach in I can't seem to feel an inch of him! What do I do, Ms Poppins?! Is he alright?! How are we ever to get him out?!
Mary: Goodness, what on Earth are you talking about? Just reach in and pull him out.
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Carpetbag | Flashback
The stranger had been staring at Mary Poppins since she’d taken her place at the front of the bus, standing to make room for the elderly men and women on board. Mary was used to the occasional stranger giving her some remark or another about her looks, or even offering her a flower or asking if she’d like to have tea with them sometime. But what she wasn’t accustomed to was rudeness, so after twenty minutes had passed she sighed and looked him in the eye.
"I beg your pardon," she said, pursing her lips. "Is there something I could help you with?"
Immediately the man blushed and stuttered out an apology. “It’s just that I don’t ever remember seeing a lady quite as pretty as you, miss. Are you a model? Or a movie star maybe?”
At this Mary huffed and and placed a hand on her hip. “A movie star, heaven’s sake-I’m going to be a nanny,” she corrected, before turning to look out the window.
"Leave Ms. Poppins alone now," said an old lady with three of her bottom teeth missing. "She’s a proper lady she is, and wouldn’t want anything to do with the likes of you no how, you old codger. She’s just out of school, aren’t you Mary? How old are you?"
Mary turned back around and smiled at the woman. “Eighteen. Ah, here’s my stop. Good day to you Mrs. Greely,” she gave the woman a smile as she stepped off the bus and headed down the cobblestone sidewalk. This area of Disney City was often nicknamed “London Towne” for its resemblance to the famous English city. The streets were all familiar to her, and she paused to greet everyone who recognized her. Soon she came to a small shop near the orphanage and she stepped inside.
The antique store was dimly lit and smelled of old books. A tiny bell rang her arrival and an man with white hair and a full beard popped up from behind the counter. “‘Ello miss!” he called. “What can I do for you?”
"I’m just looking for a bag," she said, stepping carefully around old rocking chairs and vases. "Something simple, a carpetbag perhaps."
"Well follow me!" said the worker, as he cheerfully led Mary towards a shelf filled with bags. As the man rambled on and on about his stock, Mary carefully picked up each bag, testing the weight of it before setting it back down. After awhile, she grabbed one with a nice floral pattern and moved to set it on the nearest table.
"I believe this may be the one," she said, interrupting the man’s speech.
"Of course, of course! Lovely choice that one is we’ve-what are you doing?" the man asked in a hesitant voice as Mary pulled a black hat from the bag. She placed it on her head as the man knit his brow in confusion. "I coulda sworn all these bags were empty…"
"Let’s see," began Mary, reaching into the bag once more and pulling out a black coat. "Lovely. I am quite fond of black to travel in. A very stately color, don’t you think?" she shrugged the jacket on and smoothed the wrinkles with her hands.
The man said nothing, but picked up the bag and peered closely inside it. Then he turned it upside down and shook it. Mary cleared her throat and gently took it back from him. Wordlessly she stuck her entire arm inside the bag, rummaging around for a moment before pulling out a long wall mirror.
"You," said the man. "You, you, you-how,h-how did you,"
"Hold this if you would, thank you kindly," said Mary, handing the mirror to the man who had become slightly red in the face. Her hand found its way back into the bag and this time she pulled out a tube of lipstick. While the man sputtered and shook, she applied the red color to her lips, smacking them together delicately when she was through.
"Perfect. Alright," she grasped the mirror and placed it back in the carpetbag. "Wait a minute…I need one last thing…" she tapped her chin before reaching back into the bag. This time she pulled out a long black umbrella with a handle carved like a parrot. This time the worker gave a low cry.
"Honestly," said Mary, snapping her head towards him and narrowing her eyes. "It is not polite to gape like a trout, nevermind the noises you’re making. Are you quite alright?"
The man’s face was beginning to resemble a cherry, and he was having a hard time breathing.
"I’m ready to pay now," said Mary, but the man just shooed her away.
"Just-j-just go! It’s free, just take it!" shouted the old man, and Mary closed the bag and carried it in one hand, the umbrella in the other.
"Well that’s so kind of you, thank you," she grinned. She walked out briskly onto the sidewalk and stared at the scene around her. Everyone was walking around busily as usual, and somewhere far away she thought she heard a familiar whistling sound, but she couldn’t quite pin where it was coming from. Still, the song brought a smile on her face, and she was reminded of a boy covered in soot who loved to dance on rooftops.
A single piece of paper floated by and she plucked it out of the air. “674 Spruce Street,” she read with a smile. “How charming.”
As the afternoon sky darkened, she opened her umbrella and felt her feet lift off the ground. An east wind blew by, carrying her higher and higher in the sky.
A few days ago, Mother handed me a brochure for a Young Writers Camp, and I think I’ve decided I’d like to go. I’ll be leaving for it in a week, and gone for a total of four weeks. I have to admit, I’m really excited; I’ve never been to something like this before, and it sounds amazing! They’ll have published authors come in to talk to us, and we’ll be going on field trips for inspiration as well!
And I have quite a few addresses noted down in my diary for letters, because I know I’ll miss everyone while I’m gone. Not that I’ll be gone for very long, but all the same.
I'm so excited for you, Wendy. I know you'll do just fine at camp. You are quite responsible, and you are a very talented storyteller. I'll help you pack of course, and I have a little gift for you.
What a cheerful afternoon.
I've half a mind to take the children for a walk in the park.
Do you ever think that?
ENOUGH?!?!?! BUT IT’S HARDLY HALF THE SAUCING!
Pleased to meet me! Do you mean currently, or in general terms?
You're from Wonderland, aren't you?
Hmmph....It's been awhile but.... *ahem.* Generally speaking, please, is it Tuesday or a Blue Tea Tray?
Do you ever think that?
I don’t know, do you?! I haven’t been in your head, just mine. Where’ve you thought?
Goodness.
I've had enough nonsense for today, thank you. Still, I suppose I should introduce myself. I'm Mary Poppins. You are...?
Do you ever think that?
Do I ever think what?
This festival has been going on all week
and I'm positive half these children should be in school right this very moment.
Nonsense. Pure, frivolous nonsense.
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Mother says I have to start school tomorrow.
B-because it was a normal bathroom when I brushed my teeth this morning! Bathrooms don’t just become pirate ships, and there’s nowhere in our house to move the tub to! So you had to have something to do with it! Are you a witch? O-or a fairy?
Well, what if I want to smell like a pirate? I want to hoist the sails, an’ make people walk the plank an’ go aaaaaaargh! ‘Sides, pirates don’t take baths, so hah! Can’t trick me!
… can I have an eye patch too, please?
I'm simply Mary Poppins, Michael. And that's all I have to say about that. Now close your mouth, you look like a startled guppy with it hanging open like that.
You're not a pirate yet. Do as your told or I'll be forced to bathe you myself.
Why of course you can. I have your pajamas right here for when you're through. If you finish in a timely manner I'll let Ol' Pete tell you a bedtime story.
The Darlings have given me such a nice room
But-but, a grandfather clock came out of your bag! …Is this bag enchanted? A-are you a witch?!
That would be perfectly amazing! Ehehe, but I daresay Father won’t be very pleased.
Wendy, whatever gave you such a silly idea?
I'm afraid I'm an ordinary nanny just like everyone else, and I simply cannot allow you to entertain such fanciful ideas. Now, help me decide what to read John and Michael...I believe the little one has a fascination with Indians?
The Darlings have given me such a nice room
Yeah yeah of course, why wouldn’t they!
That it does Mary. I’m glad to hear it, how many this time? Oh yeah, I got me one man band goin’ still, and all me sidewalk drawings. People stop by all the time to have a look at them, and each day I do somethin’ different. Say, you should bring the kids by one day to come see it all.
It just never really occurred to me...ahem. Well, no matter.
Three this time. Actually one is almost an adult, but not quite. Her parents are pushing her to act like a grown up. And you know me Bert I think growing up is a tad overrated.
Very good Bert. As soon as they settle into a routine I'll take them on an outing to look at your drawings.
The Darlings have given me such a nice room
Oh, I’m sorry; Miss Poppins! It’s very nice to meet you too! I don’t mind at all! That one there, with the flower print? Okay, let’s see… oh, there’s something big on top of everything, goodness it’s heavy… wait… BUT HOW IS THAT…
Miss Poppins! T-there’s a grandfather clock in your bag! I keep reaching in further and further and it just keeps going! How did it… But the bag’s… It seems perfectly normal from the outside…
Oh that clock's very pretty but I won't be needing it. Here, let me have a go...Hrm....Ah, here it is! Thank you Wendy you've been very helpful.
The Darlings have given me such a nice room
It’s nice to see you again too Mary. Boy did I sure miss havin’ you around. Oh hey now, I find that hard to believe. I still hear nothin but good things from the last family you were with. Why, those children are all grown now an are still askin for ya from time to time.
Sweepin’s been good, got meself a set o’new bristles, the old ones were gettin a bit shabby.
....They miss me?
I'm glad you've been keeping busy Bert. It makes the time go by a little bit faster, doesn't it? These new children seem very nice. I think we'll have a fair time.
Speaking of which, do you still draw Bert?
