Mary Poppins

Don't you know that everybody's got a Fairyland of their own?

If you want to find Cherry-Tree Lane all you have to do is ask the Policeman at the cross-roads.

The same substance composes us--the tree overhead, the stone beneath us, the bird, the beast, the star--we are all one, all moving to the same end.

Mary Poppins,” he cried, “you’ll never leave us, will you?

Michael knew now what was happening to him. He knew he was going to be naughty.

Don’t you know that everybody’s got a Fairyland of their own?

Mary Poppins was very vain and liked to look her best. Indeed, she was quite sure that she never looked anything else.

He knew, the moment he opened his eyes, that something was wrong but he was not quite sure what it was.

She paused, as though she were remembering events that happened hundreds of years before that time.

And what's more, he'll go and live with his friend unless his friend is allowed to come in and live with him...His friend must have a silk cushion just like his and sleep in your room too. Otherwise he will go and sleep in the coal-cellar with his friend

There they were, all together, up in the air

He could smell her crackling white apron and the faint flavour of toast that always hung about her so deliciously.

And all the time he was enjoying his badness, hugging it to him as though it were a friend, and not caring a bit.

This is your new nurse, Mary Poppins.

she wore so many brooches and necklaces and earrings that she jingled and jangled just like a brass band.

Well, au revoir, one and all.

So it was settled, and that was how the Banks family came to live at Number Seventeen, with Mrs. Brill to cook for them,

Robertson Ay was sitting in the garden busily doing nothing.

Don’t you know,” she said pityingly, “that everybody’s got a Fairyland of their own?

Miss Lark had two gates. One was for Miss Lark’s friends and relations, and the other for the Butcher and the Baker and the Milkman. Once the Baker made a mistake and came in through the gate reserved for the friends and relations, and Miss Lark was so angry that she said she wouldn’t have any more bread ever.

Pooh, he’s a ninkypoop!” “How do you know?” asked Jane, very interested. “I know because I heard Daddy call him one this morning!” said Michael, and he laughed at Andrew very rudely. “He is not a nincompoop,” said Mary Poppins. “And that is that.

My wisdom tells me that this is probably so. We are all made of the same stuff, remember, we of the Jungle, you of the City. The same substance composes us—the tree overhead, the stone beneath us, the bird, the beast, the star—we are all one, all moving to the same end. Remember that when you no longer remember me, my child.” “But

Oh, go away! You're in my eyes," said John in a loud voice. "Sorry!" said the sunlight. "I must move from East to West in a day. Sorry! Shut your eyes and you won't see me.

Carpet,” said Mary Poppins, putting her key in the lock.

Why,” said Jane, “there’s nothing in it!” “What do you mean—nothing?” demanded Mary Poppins, drawing herself up and looking as though she had been insulted. “Nothing in it, did you say?” And with that she took out from the empty bag a starched white apron and tied it round her waist. Next she unpacked a large cake of Sunlight Soap, a toothbrush, a packet of hairpins, a bottle of scent, a small folding armchair and a box of throat lozenges.

The Red Cow was very respectable, she always behaved like a perfect lady and she knew What was What.

were spilt on his bib, Jane and Michael could tell that the substance in the spoon this time was milk. Then Barbara had her share, and she gurgled and licked the spoon twice. Mary Poppins then poured out another dose and solemnly took it herself. “Rum punch,” she said, smacking her lips and corking the bottle. Jane’s eyes and Michael’s popped with astonishment, but they were not given much time to wonder, for Mary Poppins, having put the miraculous bottle on the mantelpiece, turned to them. “Now,” she said, “spit-spot into bed.” And she began to undress them. They noticed that whereas buttons and hooks had needed all sorts of coaxing from Katie Nanna, for Mary Poppins they flew apart almost at a look. In less than a minute they found themselves in bed and watching, by the dim light from the night-light, the rest of Mary Poppins’s unpacking being performed. From the carpet bag she took out seven flannel nightgowns, four cotton ones, a pair of boots, a