know the old lady meant it kindly. But I'd rather have had a Silver Mug. More useful. And much less trouble."
"I'd rather have wishes," said Michael, stoutly.
"Oh, no, you wouldn't!" cried Mr. Twigley. "They're tricky. And hard to handle. You think out the loveliest things to ask for—then Supper Time comes and you're feeling hungry and you find yourself wishing for Sausage and Mashed!"
"What about the two you've already had? Were they any good?" demanded Michael.
"Well, not so bad, now I come to think of it. I was working on my Birdie there—" Mr. Twigley nodded towards his bench——" when I heard
her
coming up the stairs. 'Oh, Goodness!' I thought, 'I wish I could vanish!' And—when I looked round, I wasn't there! It gave me quite a turn for a moment. No wonder she told you I was out!"
Mr. Twigley gave a happy cackle as he beamed at the children and swung his coat-tails. They had never seen such a twinkly person. He seemed to them more like a star than a man.
"Then, of course," Mr. Twigley went on blandly, "I had to wish myself back again in order to see Mary Poppins! Now, Mary, what can I do for you?"
"Mrs. Banks would like her piano tuned, please, Fred. Number Seventeen, Cherry-Tree Lane, Opposite the Park," Mary Poppins said primly.
"Ah! Mrs. Banks. Then these must be——?" Mr. Twigley waved his hand at the children.
"They're Jane and Michael Banks," she explained, glancing at them with a look of disgust.
"Delighted. I call this a very great honour!" Mr. Twigley bowed and flung out his hands. "I wish I could offer you something to eat but I'm all at sixes and sevens today."
A flute rang gaily through the attic.
"What's this?" Mr. TWigley staggered back. In each of his upturned, outstretched hands lay a dish of Peaches-and-Cream.
Mr. Twigley stared. Then he sniffed at the peaches.
"There goes my third wish!" he said ruefully, as he handed the dishes to the children. "Well, it can't be helped. I've still got four more. And now I shall have to be really careful!"
"If you must waste wishes, Cousin Fred, I wish you would waste them on Bread and Butter. You'll spoil their Supper!" snapped Mary Poppins.
Jane and Michael spooned up their peaches hurriedly. They were not going to give Mr. Twigley the chance of wishing them away again.
"And now," said Mary Poppins, as the last mouthful disappeared. "Say Thank You to Mr. Twigley and we'll get along home."
"Oh,
no,
Mary! Why, you've only just come!" Mr. Twigley was so shocked that for once he stood quite still.
"Oh, do stay a little longer, Mary Poppins!" Jane and Michael begged. The thought of leaving Mr. Twigley all alone with his wishes was too much for them.
Mr. Twigley took Mary Poppins' hand.
"I feel so much safer when you're here, Mary! And it's ages since we've seen each other! Why not stay for a while—I wish you would!"
Jug, jug, jug, jug!
A shower of bird notes broke on the air. At the same moment the determined look on Mary Poppins' face changed to a polite smile. She took off her hat and laid it on the bench beside the glue-pot.
"Oh, my!" Mr. Twigley gasped in horror. "I've been and gone and done it again!"
"That's four!" cried Jane and Michael gaily, shouting with laughter at his look of surprise.
Four, four, four, four!
The bird notes echoed.
"Dear me! How careless! I'm ashamed of myself!" For a moment Mr. Twigley looked almost sad. Then his face and his feet began to twinkle. "Well, it's no good crying over spilt wishes. We must just take care of the ones that are left. I'm coming, my Duckling! I'm coming, my Chick!" he called in the direction of the bird notes.
And, tripping to the dusty table, he took up the little polished box. His fingers touched a hidden spring. The lid flew open and the smallest, brightest bird the children had ever seen leapt up from a nest of gold. Clear jets of music poured from its beak. Its small throat throbbed with the stream of notes.
Jug, jug, jug, jug—tereu!
it sang. And when the burning song was
"I'd rather have wishes," said Michael, stoutly.
"Oh, no, you wouldn't!" cried Mr. Twigley. "They're tricky. And hard to handle. You think out the loveliest things to ask for—then Supper Time comes and you're feeling hungry and you find yourself wishing for Sausage and Mashed!"
"What about the two you've already had? Were they any good?" demanded Michael.
"Well, not so bad, now I come to think of it. I was working on my Birdie there—" Mr. Twigley nodded towards his bench——" when I heard
her
coming up the stairs. 'Oh, Goodness!' I thought, 'I wish I could vanish!' And—when I looked round, I wasn't there! It gave me quite a turn for a moment. No wonder she told you I was out!"
Mr. Twigley gave a happy cackle as he beamed at the children and swung his coat-tails. They had never seen such a twinkly person. He seemed to them more like a star than a man.
"Then, of course," Mr. Twigley went on blandly, "I had to wish myself back again in order to see Mary Poppins! Now, Mary, what can I do for you?"
"Mrs. Banks would like her piano tuned, please, Fred. Number Seventeen, Cherry-Tree Lane, Opposite the Park," Mary Poppins said primly.
"Ah! Mrs. Banks. Then these must be——?" Mr. Twigley waved his hand at the children.
"They're Jane and Michael Banks," she explained, glancing at them with a look of disgust.
"Delighted. I call this a very great honour!" Mr. Twigley bowed and flung out his hands. "I wish I could offer you something to eat but I'm all at sixes and sevens today."
A flute rang gaily through the attic.
"What's this?" Mr. TWigley staggered back. In each of his upturned, outstretched hands lay a dish of Peaches-and-Cream.
Mr. Twigley stared. Then he sniffed at the peaches.
"There goes my third wish!" he said ruefully, as he handed the dishes to the children. "Well, it can't be helped. I've still got four more. And now I shall have to be really careful!"
"If you must waste wishes, Cousin Fred, I wish you would waste them on Bread and Butter. You'll spoil their Supper!" snapped Mary Poppins.
Jane and Michael spooned up their peaches hurriedly. They were not going to give Mr. Twigley the chance of wishing them away again.
"And now," said Mary Poppins, as the last mouthful disappeared. "Say Thank You to Mr. Twigley and we'll get along home."
"Oh,
no,
Mary! Why, you've only just come!" Mr. Twigley was so shocked that for once he stood quite still.
"Oh, do stay a little longer, Mary Poppins!" Jane and Michael begged. The thought of leaving Mr. Twigley all alone with his wishes was too much for them.
Mr. Twigley took Mary Poppins' hand.
"I feel so much safer when you're here, Mary! And it's ages since we've seen each other! Why not stay for a while—I wish you would!"
Jug, jug, jug, jug!
A shower of bird notes broke on the air. At the same moment the determined look on Mary Poppins' face changed to a polite smile. She took off her hat and laid it on the bench beside the glue-pot.
"Oh, my!" Mr. Twigley gasped in horror. "I've been and gone and done it again!"
"That's four!" cried Jane and Michael gaily, shouting with laughter at his look of surprise.
Four, four, four, four!
The bird notes echoed.
"Dear me! How careless! I'm ashamed of myself!" For a moment Mr. Twigley looked almost sad. Then his face and his feet began to twinkle. "Well, it's no good crying over spilt wishes. We must just take care of the ones that are left. I'm coming, my Duckling! I'm coming, my Chick!" he called in the direction of the bird notes.
And, tripping to the dusty table, he took up the little polished box. His fingers touched a hidden spring. The lid flew open and the smallest, brightest bird the children had ever seen leapt up from a nest of gold. Clear jets of music poured from its beak. Its small throat throbbed with the stream of notes.
Jug, jug, jug, jug—tereu!
it sang. And when the burning song was
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