Mary Poppins Comes Back
( Mary Poppins - 2 )
P. L. Travers
Pulled down from the clouds at the end of a kite string, Mary Poppins is back. In Mary's care, the Banks children meet the King of the Castle and the Dirty Rascal, visit the upside-down world of Mr. Turvy and his bride, Miss Topsy, and spend a breathless afternoon above the park, dangling from a clutch of balloons. Surprises are sure to pop up when Mary Poppins is around!
P. L. Travers
Mary Poppins Comes Back
First published 1935
Library of Congress Cataloging-in-Publication Data
Travers, P. L., 1906–1996.
Mary Poppins comes back/P. L. Travers.
p. cm.
Summary: Mary Poppins comes back on the end
of a kite string, stays with the Banks family for a while,
and then disappears on a merry-go-round horse.
[1. Fantasy.] I. Shepard, Mary, 1909– ill. II. Title.
ISBN 0-15-201718-6
ISBN 0-15-201719-4 (pb)
PZ7.T689Mas8 1997 [Fic] 74-17258
Printed in the United States of America
Text set in Minister Light
Designed by Linda Lockowitz
A C E F D B
A C E F D B (pb)
To Pip,
this Keepsake
" They saw before them their own pictured faces"
CHAPTER ONE
The Kite
It was one of those mornings when everything looks very neat and bright and shiny, as though the world had been tidied up overnight.
In Cherry Tree Lane the houses blinked as their blinds went up, and the thin shadows of the cherry trees fell in dark stripes across the sunlight. But there was no sound anywhere, except for the tingling of the Ice Cream Man's bell as he wheeled his cart up and down.
"STOP ME AND BUY ONE"
said the placard in front of the cart. And presently a Sweep came round the corner of the Lane and held up his black sweepy hand.
The Ice Cream Man went tingling up to him.
"Penny one," said the Sweep. And he stood leaning on his bundle of brushes as he licked out the Ice Cream with the tip of his tongue. When it was all gone he gently wrapped the cone in his handkerchief and put it in his pocket.
"Don't you eat cones?" said the Ice Cream Man, very surprised.
"No. I collect them!" said the Sweep. And he picked up his brushes and went in through Admiral Boom's front gate because there was no Tradesmen's Entrance.
The Ice Cream Man wheeled his cart up the Lane again and tingled, and the stripes of shadow and sunlight fell on him as he went.
"Never knew it so quiet before!" he murmured, gazing from right to left, and looking out for customers.
At that very moment a loud voice sounded from Number Seventeen. The Ice Cream Man cycled hurriedly up to the gate, hoping for an order.
"I won't stand it! I simply will not stand any more!" shouted Mr. Banks, striding angrily from the front door to the foot of the stairs and back again.
"What is it?" said Mrs. Banks anxiously, hurrying out of the dining-room. "And what is that you are kicking up and down the hall?"
Mr. Banks lunged out with his foot and something black flew half-way up the stairs.
"My hat!" he said between his teeth. "My Best Bowler Hat!"
He ran up the stairs and kicked it down again. It spun for a moment on the tiles and fell at Mrs. Banks' feet.
"Is anything wrong with it?" said Mrs. Banks, nervously. But to herself she wondered whether there was not something wrong with Mr. Banks.
"Look and see!" he roared at her.
Trembling, Mrs. Banks stooped and picked up the hat. It was covered with large, shiny, sticky patches and she noticed it had a peculiar smell.
She sniffed at the brim.
"It smells like boot-polish," she said.
"It is boot-polish," retorted Mr. Banks. "Robertson Ay has brushed my hat with the boot-brush — in fact, he has polished it."
Mrs. Banks' mouth fell with horror.
"I don't know what's come over this house," Mr. Banks went on. "Nothing ever goes right — hasn't for ages! Shaving water too hot, breakfast coffee too cold. And now — this!"
He snatched his hat from Mrs. Banks and caught up his bag.
"I am going!" he said. "And I don't know that I shall ever come back. I shall probably take a long sea-voyage."
Then he clapped the hat on his head, banged the front door behind him and went through the gate so quickly that he knocked over the Ice Cream Man, who had been listening to the conversation with interest.
"It's your own fault!" he said crossly. "You'd no right to be there!" And he went striding off towards the City, his polished hat shining like a jewel in the sun.
The Ice Cream Man got up carefully and, finding there were no bones broken, he sat down on the kerb, and made it up to himself by eating a large Ice Cream….
"Oh, dear!" said Mrs. Banks as she heard the gate slam. "It is quite true. Nothing does go right nowadays. First one thing and then another. Ever since Mary Poppins left without a Word of Warning everything has gone wrong."
She sat down at the foot of the stairs and took out her handkerchief and cried into it.
And as she cried, she thought of all that had happened since that day when Mary Poppins had so suddenly and so strangely disappeared.
"Here one night and gone the next — most upsetting!" said Mrs. Banks gulping.
Nurse Green had arrived soon after and had left at the end of a week because Michael had spat at her. She was followed by Nurse Brown who went out for a walk one day and never came back. And it was not until later that they discovered that all the silver spoons had gone with her.
And after Nurse Brown came Miss Quigley, the Governess, who had to be asked to leave because she played scales for three hours every morning before breakfast and Mr. Banks did not care for music.
"And then," sobbed Mrs. Banks to her handkerchief, "there was Jane's attack of measles, and the bath-room geyser bursting and the Cherry Trees ruined by frost and—"
"If you please, m'm—!" Mrs. Banks looked up to find Mrs. Brill, the cook, at her side.
"The kitchen flue's on fire!" said Mrs. Brill gloomily.
"Oh, dear. What next?" cried Mrs. Banks. "You must tell Robertson Ay to put it out. Where is he?"
"Asleep, m'm, in the broom-cupboard. And when that boy's asleep, nothing'll wake him — not if it's an Earthquake, or a regiment of Tom-toms," said Mrs. Brill, as she followed Mrs. Banks down the kitchen stairs.
Between them they managed to put out the fire but that was not the end of Mrs. Banks' troubles.
She had no sooner finished luncheon than a crash, followed by a loud thud, was heard from upstairs.
"What is it now?" Mrs. Banks rushed out to see what had happened.
"Oh, my leg, my leg!" cried Ellen, the housemaid.
She sat on the stairs, surrounded by broken china, groaning loudly.
"What is the matter with it?" said Mrs. Banks sharply.
"Broken!" said Ellen dismally, leaning against the banisters.
"Nonsense, Ellen! You've sprained your ankle, that's all!"
But Ellen only groaned again.
"My leg is broken! What will I do?" she wailed, over and over again.
At that moment the shrill cries of the Twins sounded from the nursery. They were fighting for the possession of a blue celluloid duck. Their screams rose thinly above the voices of Jane and Michael, who were painting pictures on the wall and arguing as to whether a green horse should have a purple or a red tail. And through this uproar there sounded, like the steady beat of a drum, the groans of Ellen the housemaid
. "My leg is broken! What shall I do?"
"This," said Mrs. Banks, rushing upstairs, "is the Last Straw!"
She helped Ellen to bed and put a cold water bandage round her ankle. Then she went up to the Nursery.
Jane and Michael rushed at her.
"It should have a red tail, shouldn't it?" demanded Michael.
"Oh, Mother! Don't let him be so stupid. No horse has a red tail, has it?"
"Well, what horse has a purple tail? Tell me that!" he screamed.
"My duck!" shrieked John, snatching the duck from Barbara.
"Mine, mine, mine!" cried Barbara, snatching it back again.
"Children! Children!" Mrs. Banks was wringing her hands in despair. "Be quiet or I shall Go Mad!"
There was silence for a moment as they stared at her with interest. Would she really? They wondered. And what would she be like if she did?
"Now," said Mrs. Banks. "I will not have this behaviour. Poor Ellen has hurt her ankle, so there is nobody to look after you. You must all go into the Park and play there till Tea-time. Jane and Michael, you must look after the little ones. John, let Barbara have the duck now and you can have it when you go to bed. Michael, you may take your new kite. Now, get your hats, all of you!"
"But I want to finish my horse—" began Michael crossly.
"Why must we go to the Park?" complained Jane. "There's nothing to do there!"
"Because," said Mrs. Banks, "I must have peace. And if you will go quietly and be good children there will be cocoanut cakes for tea."
And before they had time to break out again, she had put on their hats and was hurrying them down the stairs.
"Look both ways!" she called as they went through the gate, Jane pushing the Twins in the perambulator and Michael carrying his kite.
They looked to the right. There was nothing coming.
They looked to the left. Nobody there but the Ice Cream Man who was jingling his bell at the end of the Lane.
Jane hurried across.
Michael trailed after her.
"I hate this life," he said miserably to his kite. "Everything always goes wrong always."
Jane pushed the perambulator as far as the Lake.
"Now," she said, "give me the duck!"
The Twins shrieked and clutched it at either end. Jane uncurled their fingers.
"Look!" she said, throwing the duck into the Lake. "Look, darlings, it's going to India!"
The duck drifted off across the water. The Twins stared at it and sobbed.
Jane ran round the Lake and caught it and sent it off again.
"Now," she said brightly, "it's off to Southampton!"
The Twins did not appear to be amused.
"Now to New York!" They wept harder than ever.
Jane flung out her hands. "Michael, what are we to do with them? If we give it to them they'll fight over it and if we don't they'll go on crying."
"I'll fly the Kite for them," said Michael. "Look, children, look!"
He held up the beautiful green-and-yellow Kite and began to unwind the string. The Twins eyed it tearfully and without interest. He lifted the Kite above his head and ran a little way. It flapped along the air for a moment and then collapsed hollowly on the grass.
"Try again!" said Jane encouragingly.
"You hold it up while I run," said Michael.
This time the Kite rose a little higher. But, as it floated, its long tasselled tail caught in the branches of a lime tree and the Kite dangled limply among the leaves.
The Twins howled lustily.
"Oh, dear!" said Jane. "Nothing goes right nowadays."
"Hullo, hullo, hullo! What's all this?" said a voice behind them.
They turned and saw the Park Keeper, looking very smart in his uniform and peaked cap. He was prodding up stray pieces of paper with the sharp end of his walking stick.
Jane pointed to the lime tree. The Keeper looked up. His face became very stern.
"Now, now, you're breaking the rules! We don't allow Litter here, you know — not on the ground nor in the trees neither. This won't do at all!"
"It isn't litter. It's a Kite," said Michael.
A mild, soft, foolish look came over the Keeper's face. He went up to the lime tree.
"A Kite? So it is. And I haven't flown a Kite since I was a boy!" He sprang up into the tree and came down holding the Kite tenderly under his arm.
"Now," he said excitedly, "we'll wind her up and give her a run and away she'll go!" He put out his hand for the winding-stick.
Michael clutched it firmly.
"Thank you, but I want to fly it myself."
"Well, but you'll let me help, won't you?" said the Keeper humbly. "Seeing as I got it down and I haven't flown a Kite since I was a boy?"
"All right," said Michael, for he didn't want to seem unkind.
"Oh, thank you, thank you!" cried the Keeper gratefully. "Now, I take the Kite and walk ten paces down the green. And when I say 'Go!', you run. See!"
The Keeper walked away, counting his steps out loud.
"Eight, nine, ten."
He turned and raised the Kite above his head. "Go!"
Michael began to run.
"Let her out!" roared the Keeper.
Behind him Michael heard a soft flapping noise. There was a tug at the string as the winding-stick turned in his hand.
"She's afloat!" cried the Keeper.
Michael looked back. The Kite was sailing through the air, plunging steadily upwards. Higher and higher it dived, a tiny wisp of green-and-yellow bounding away into the blue. The Keeper's eyes were popping.
"I never saw such a Kite. Not even when I was a boy," he murmured, staring upwards.
A light cloud came up over the sun and puffed across the sky.
"It's coming towards the Kite," said Jane in an excited whisper.
Up and up went the tossing tail, darting through the air until it seemed but a faint dark speck on the sky. The cloud moved slowly towards it. Nearer, nearer!
"Gone!" said Michael, as the speck disappeared behind the thin grey screen.
Jane gave a little sigh. The Twins sat quietly in the perambulator. A curious stillness was upon them all. The taut string running up from Michael's hand seemed to link them all to the cloud, and the earth to the sky. They waited, holding their breaths, for the Kite to appear again.
Suddenly Jane could bear it no longer.
"Michael," she cried, "Pull it in! Pull it in!"
She laid her hand upon the tugging, quivering string.
Michael turned the stick and gave a long, strong pull. The string remained taut and steady. He pulled again, puffing and panting.
"I can't," he said. "It won't come."
"I'll help!" said Jane. "Now — pull!"
But, hard as they tugged, the string would not give and the Kite remained hidden behind the cloud.
"Let me!" said the Keeper importantly. "When I was a boy we did it this way."
And he put his hand on the string just above Jane's and gave it a short, sharp jerk. It seemed to give a little.
"Now — all together — pull!" he yelled.
The Keeper tossed off his hat, and, planting their feet firmly on the grass, Jane and Michael pulled with all their might.
"It's coming!" panted Michael.
Suddenly the string slackened and a small whirling shape shot through the grey cloud and came floating down.
"Wind her up!" the Keeper spluttered, glancing at Michael.
But the string was already winding round the stick of its own accord.
Down, down came the Kite, turning over and over in the air, wildly dancing at the end of the jerking string.
Jane gave a little gasp.
"Something's happened!" she cried. "That's not our Kite. It's quite a different one!"
They stared.
It was quite true. The Kite was no longer green-and-yellow. It had turned colour and was now navy-blue. Down it came, tossing and bounding.
Suddenly Michael g
ave a shout.
On sailed the curious figure, its feet neatly clearing the tops of the trees
"Jane! Jane! It isn't a Kite at all. It looks like — oh, it looks like—"
"Wind, Michael, wind quickly!" gasped Jane. "I can hardly wait!"
For now, above the tallest trees, the shape at the end of the string was clearly visible. There was no sign of the green-and-yellow Kite, but in its place danced a figure that seemed at once strange and familiar, a figure wearing a blue coat with silver buttons and a straw hat trimmed with daisies. Tucked under its arm was an umbrella with a parrot's head for a handle, a brown carpet-bag dangled from one hand while the other held firmly to the end of the shortening string.
"Ah!" Jane gave a shout of triumph. "It is she!"
"I knew it!" cried Michael, his hands trembling on the winding-stick.
"Lumme!" said the Park Keeper, blinking. "Lumme!"
On sailed the curious figure, its feet neatly clearing the tops of the trees. They could see the face now and the well-known features — coal black hair, bright blue eyes and nose turned upwards like the nose of a Dutch doll. As the last length of string wound itself round the stick the figure drifted down between the lime trees and alighted primly upon the grass.
In a flash Michael dropped the stick. Away he bounded, with Jane at his heels.
"Mary Poppins, Mary Poppins!" they cried, and flung themselves upon her.
Behind them the Twins were crowing like cocks in the morning and the Park Keeper was opening and shutting his mouth as though he would like to say something but could not find the words.
"At last! At last! At last!" shouted Michael wildly, clutching at her arm, her bag, her umbrella — anything, so long as he might touch her and feel that she was really true.
"We knew you'd come back! We found the letter that said au revoir!" cried Jane, flinging her arms round the waist of the blue overcoat.
A satisfied smile flickered for a moment over Mary Poppins' face — up from the mouth, over the turned-up nose, into the blue eyes. But it died away swiftly.
"I'll thank you to remember," she remarked, disengaging herself from their hands, "that this is a Public Park and not a Bear Garden. Such goings on! I might as well be at the Zoo. And where, may I ask, are your gloves?"
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