Mary Poppins Comes Back

“If I was a Park Keeper,” she remarked primly, “I should put on my cap and button my coat. Excuse me!”

And, haughtily waving him aside, she pushed past with the perambulator.

Blushing, the Keeper bent to pick up his hat. When he looked up again, Mary Poppins and the children had disappeared through the gate of Number Seventeen Cherry Tree Lane.

He stared at the path. Then he stared up at the sky and down at the path again.

He took off his hat, scratched his head, and put it on again.

“I never saw such a thing!” he said shakily. “Not even when I was a boy.”

And he went away muttering and looking very upset …

“Why, it’s Mary Poppins!” said Mrs Banks, as they came into the hall. “Where did you come from? Out of the blue?”

“Yes,” began Michael joyfully, “she came down on the end—”

He stopped short, for Mary Poppins had fixed him with one of her terrible looks.

“I found them in the Park, ma’am,” she said, turning to Mrs Banks, “so I brought them home!”

“Have you come to stay, then?”

“For the present, ma’am.”

“But, Mary Poppins, last time you were here you left without a Word of Warning. How do I know you won’t do it again?”

“You don’t, ma’am,” replied Mary Poppins calmly.

Mrs Banks looked rather taken aback.

“But – but will you, do you think?” she asked uncertainly.

“I couldn’t say, ma’am, I’m sure.”

“Oh!” said Mrs Banks, because, at the moment, she couldn’t think of anything else.

And before she had recovered from her surprise, Mary Poppins had taken her carpet bag and was hurrying the children upstairs.

Mrs Banks, gazing after them, heard the Nursery door shut quietly. Then, with a sigh of relief, she ran to the telephone.

“Mary Poppins has come back!” she said happily, into the receiver.

“Has she, indeed?” said Mr Banks at the other end. “Then perhaps I will too.”

And he rang off.

Upstairs Mary Poppins was taking off her overcoat. She hung it on a hook behind the Night-Nursery door. Then she removed her hat and placed it neatly on one of the bed-posts.

Jane and Michael watched the familiar movements. Everything about her was just as it had always been. They could hardly believe she had ever been away.

Mary Poppins bent down and opened the carpet bag.

It was quite empty except for a large Thermometer.

“What’s that for?” asked Jane curiously.

“You!” said Mary Poppins.

“But I’m not ill!” Jane protested. “It’s two months since I had measles.”

“Open!” said Mary Poppins, in a voice that made Jane shut her eyes very quickly and open her mouth. The Thermometer slipped in.

“I want to know how you’ve been behaving since I went away!” remarked Mary Poppins sternly. Then she took out the Thermometer and held it up to the light.

“Careless, Thoughtless and Untidy,” she read out.

Jane stared.

“I’m not surprised!” said Mary Poppins, and thrust the Thermometer into Michael’s mouth. He kept his lips tightly pressed upon it until she plucked it out and read:

“A very Noisy, Mischievous, Troublesome little Boy.”

“I’m not,” he said angrily.

For answer she thrust the Thermometer under his nose and he spelt out the large red letters.

“A-V-E-R-Y-N-O-I-S …”

“You see?” said Mary Poppins, looking at him triumphantly. She opened John’s mouth and popped in the Thermometer.

“Peevish and Excitable.” That was John’s temperature.

And, when Barbara’s was taken, Mary Poppins read out the two words, “Thoroughly Spoilt.”

“Humph!” she snorted. “It’s about time I came back!”

Then she popped it quickly in her own mouth, left it there for a moment, and took it out.

“A very Excellent and Worthy Person, Thoroughly Reliable in every Particular.”

A pleased and conceited smile lit up her face as she read her temperature aloud.

“I thought so,” she said priggishly. “Now – Tea and Bed!”

It seemed to them no more than a minute before they had drunk their milk and eaten their Coconut Cakes and were in and out of the bath. As usual, everything that Mary Poppins did had the speed of electricity. Hooks and eyes rushed apart, buttons darted eagerly out of their holes, sponge and soap ran up and down like lightning, and towels dried with one rub.

Mary Poppins walked along the row of beds tucking them all in. Her starched white apron crackled, and she smelt deliciously of newly-made toast.