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He put out a long pink tongue, rough and warm as a bath towel, and gently licked the children's cheeks. They trembled. Did Polar Bears eat children, they dered? You're shivering! the Bear said kindly. That's because you need something to eat. Make yourselves comfortable on this iceberg. He waved a paw at a block of ice. , what would you like? Cod? Shrimps? Just something to keep the wolf from the door. I'm afraid we can't stay, Mary Poppins broke in. We're on our way . Well, do let me you a little snack. It 't take me a jiffy. He sprang into the blue-green water and came up with a herring. I wish you could have stayed for a chat. He tucked the fish into Mary Poppins's hand. I long for a bit of gossip. Another time perhaps, she said. And thank you for the fish. South! she said to the compass. It seemed to Jane and Michael then that the world was spinning round them. As they felt the air ting soft and warm, they found themselves in a leafy jungle from which came a noisy sound of squawking. Welcome! shrieked a large Hyacinth Macaw who was perched on a branch with outstretched wings. You're just the person we need, Mary Poppins. My 's gadding, and I'm left to sit on the eggs. Do take a turn, t's a good girl. I need a little rest. He lifted a spread wing cautiously, disclosing a nest with two white eggs. Alas, this is just a passing visit. We're on our way . Gracious, what a journey! Well, stay for a little moment so that I can some sleep. If you can look after those creatures — he nodded at the children—you can keep two sm eggs warm. Do, Mary Poppins! And I'll you some bananas instead of that wriggling fish. It was a , said Mary Poppins. Well, well, keep it if you must. But what madness to go givanting when you could stay and bring up our nestlings. Why should we spend our time sitting when you could do it as well? Better, you mean! sniffed Mary Poppins. Then, to Jane and Michael's disappointment — they would dearly have liked some tropical fruit —she shook her head decisively and said, East! Again the world went spinning round them — or were they spinning ? And then, whichever it was ceased. They found themselves in a grassy clearing surrounded by bamboo trees. Green paperlike s rustled in the breeze. And above that quiet swishing they could hear a steady rhythmic sound — a snore, or was it a purr? Glancing round, they beheld a large furry shape — black with blotches of white, or was it white with blotches of black? They could not rey be sure. Jane and Michael gazed at each other. Was it a dream from which they would wake? Or were they seeing, of things, a Panda! And a Panda in its own and not behind bars in a zoo. The dream, if it was a dream, drew a long breath. Whoever it is, go away. I rest in the afternoon. The voice was as furry as the rest of him. Very well, then, we will go away. And then perhaps — Mary Poppins's voice was at its most priggish—you'll be sorry you missed us. The Panda ed one black eye. Oh, it's you, my dear girl, he said sleepily. Why not have let me k you were coming? Difficult though it would have been, I would have stayed awake. The furry shape yawned and stretched itself. Ah well, I'll have to make a . T wouldn't be enough room in mine. He nodded at a neat shelter made of s and bamboo sticks. But, he added, eying the herring, I will not ow that scaly seathing under any roof of mine. Fishes are far too fishy for me. We sh not be staying, Mary Poppins assured him. We're taking a little trip and just looked in for a moment. What nonsense! The Panda gave an enormous yawn. Traipsing wildly when you could stay with me. mind, my dear Mary, you always do what you want to do, however absurd and foolish. Pluck a few young bamboo shoots. They'll sustain you till you . And you two — he nodded at Jane and Michael—tickle me gently behind the ears. That always sends me to sleep. Eagerly they sat down beside him and stroked the silky fur. again — they were sure of it —would they have the of stroking a Panda. The furry shape settled itself, and as they stroked, the snore — or the purr — began its rhythm. He's asleep, said Mary Poppins softly. We mustn't wake him again. She beckoned to the children, and as they came on tip-toe towards her, she gave a flick of her wrist. And the compass, apparently, understood, for the spinning began again. Hills and lakes, mountains and forests went waltzing round them to unheard music. Then again the world was still, as if it had moved. This time they found themselves on a long white shore, with wavelets lapping and curling against it. And before them was a cloud of whirling, swirling sand from which came a series of grunts. Then slowly the cloud settled, disclosing a large black and grey Dolphin with a young one at her side. Is that you, Amelia? ed Mary Poppins. The Dolphin blew some sand from her nose and gave a start of surprise. Well, of people, it's Mary Poppins! You're just in time to share our sand-bath. Nothing like a sand-bath for cleansing the fins and the tail. I had a bath this morning, thank you! Well, what about those young ones, dear? Couldn't they do with a bit of scouring? They have no fins and tails, said Mary Poppins, much to the children's disappointment. They would have liked a roll in the sand. Well, what on earth or sea are you doing ? Amelia demanded briskly. Oh, just going , you k, Mary Poppins said airily, as though going round the world was a thing you did every day. Well, it's a treat for Froggie and me — isn't it, Froggie? Amelia butted him with her nose, and the young Dolphin gave a friendly squeak. I him Froggie because he so often strays away — just like the Frog that would a-wooing go, whether his mother would let him or no. Don't you, Froggie? His answer was another squeak. Well, for a meal. What would you like? Amelia grinned at Jane and Michael, displaying a splendid array of teeth. T's cockles and mussels alive, alive-O. And the seaweed is excellent. Thank you kindly, I'm sure, Amelia. But we have to be in half a minute. Mary Poppins laid a firm hand on the handle of the perambulator. Amelia was clearly disappointed. Whatever kind of visit is that? Hullo and good-bye in the same breath. Next time you must stay for tea, and we'll sit toher on a rock and sing a song to the moon. Eh, Froggie? Froggie squeaked. That will be lovely, said Mary Poppins, and Jane and Michael echoed her words. They had yet sat on a rock and sung a song to the moon. Well, au revoir, one and . By the way, Mary, my dear, were you going to take that herring with you? Amelia greedily eyed the fish, which, fearing the worst was about to happen, made itself as limp as it could in Mary Poppins's hand. No. I am planning to throw it back to the sea! The herring gasped with relief. A very proper decision, Mary. Amelia toothily smiled. We so few of them in these parts, and they make a delicious meal. Why don't we race for it, Froggie and me? When you say 'Go!', we'll start swimming and see who s it first. Mary Poppins held the fish aloft. Ready! Steady! Go! she cried. And as if it were bird rather than fish, the herring swooped up and splashed into the sea. The Dolphins were after it in a second, two dark striving shapes rippling through the water. Jane and Michael could hardly breathe. Which would win the prize? Or would the prize escape? Froggie! Froggie! Froggie! yelled Michael. If the herring had to be caught and eaten, he wanted Froggie to win. F-r-o-g-g-i-e! The wind and sea both cried the , but Michael's voice was the stronger. What do you think you're doing, Michael? Mary Poppins sounded ferocious. He glanced at her for a moment and turned again to the sea. But the sea was not t. Nothing but a neat green lawn; Jane, agog, beside him; the Twins in the perambulator; and Mary Poppins pushing it in the middle of the Park. Jumping up and down and shouting! Making a nuisance of yourself. One would think you had done enough for one day. Step along at once, ! and back in a minute — what a derful box! said Jane. It's a compass. Not a box. And it's mine, said Michael. I found it. Give it to me! My compass, thank you, said Mary Poppins, as she slipped it into her pocket. He looked as if he would like to kill her. But he shrugged his shoulders and stalked taking no notice of anyone. The burning weight still hung heavily within him. After the adventure with the compass it seemed to grow worse, and towards the evening he grew naughtier and naughtier. He pinched the Twins when Mary Poppins was not looking, and when they cried he said in a falsely kind voice: Why, darlings, what is the matter? But Mary Poppins was not deceived by it. You've got something coming to you! she said significantly. But the burning thing inside him would not let him care. He just shrugged his shoulders and pulled Jane's hair. And after that he went to the supper table and upset his bread-and-milk. And that, said Mary Poppins, is the end. Such deliberate naughtiness I saw. In my born days I did, and that's a fact. you go! Straight into bed with you and not another word! He had seen her look so terrible. But still he didn't care. He went into the Night-nursery and undressed. No, he didn't care. He was bad, and if they didn't look out he'd be worse. He didn't care. He hated everybody. If they weren't careful he would run away and join a circus. T! went a button. Good — t would be fewer to do up in the morning. And another! the better. Nothing in the world could ever make him feel sorry. He would into bed without brushing his hair or his teeth — certainly without saying his prayers. He was just about to into bed and, indeed, had one foot already in it, when he noticed the compass lying on the top of the chest of drawers. Very slowly he withdrew his foot and tip-toed across the room. He k what he would do. He would take the compass and spin it and go . And they'd find him again. And it would serve them right. Without making a sound he lifted a chair and put it against the chest of drawers. Then he climbed up on it and took the compass in his hand. He moved it. North, South, East, West! he said very quickly, in case anybody should come in before he got well away. A noise behind the chair startled him and he turned round guiltily, expecting to see Mary Poppins. But instead, t were four gigantic figures bearing down upon him — the bear with his fangs showing, the Macaw fiercely flapping his wings, the Panda with his fur on end, the Dolphin thrusting out her snout. From quarters of the room they were rushing upon him, their shadows huge on the ceiling. No longer kind and friendly, they were full of revenge. Their terrible angry faces loomed nearer. He could feel their hot breath on his face. Oh! Oh! Michael dropped the compass. Mary Poppins, help me! he screamed and shut his eyes in terror. And then something enveloped him. The creatures and their er shadows, with a mingled roar or squawk of triumph, flung themselves upon him. What was it that held him, soft and warm, in its smothering embrace? The Polar Bear's fur coat? The Macaw's feathers? The Panda's fur he had stroked so gently? The mother Dolphin's flipper? And what was he — or it might be she — planning to do to him? If he had been good — if ! Mary Poppins! he wailed, as he felt himself carried through the air and set down in something still softer. Oh, dear Mary Poppins! right, right. I'm not deaf, I'm thankful to say — no need to shout, he heard her saying calmly. He ed one eye. He could see no sign of the four gigantic figures of the compass. He ed the other eye to make sure. No — not a glint of any of them. He sat up. He looked round the room. T was nothing t. Then he discovered that the soft thing that was round him was his own blanket, and the soft thing he was lying on was his own bed. And oh, the heavy burning thing that had been inside him day had melted and disappeared. He felt peaceful and happy, and as if he would like to give everybody he k a birthday . What — what happened? he said rather anxiously to Mary Poppins. I told you that was my compass, didn't I? Be kind enough not to touch my things, if you , was she said as she stooped and picked up the compass and put it in her pocket. Then she began to fold the clothes that he had thrown down on the floor. Sh I do it? he said. No, thank you. He watched her go into the next room, and she returned and put something warm into his hands. It was a cup of milk. Michael sipped it, tasting every drop several times with his tongue, making it last as long as possible so that Mary Poppins should stay beside him. She stood t without saying a word, watching the milk slowly disappear. He could smell her crackling white apron and the faint flavour of toast that always hung about her so deliriously. But try as he would, he could not make the milk last for ever, and , with a sigh of regret, he handed her the empty cup and slipped down into the bed. He had kn it to be so comfortable, he thought. And he thought, too, how warm he was and how happy he felt and how lucky he was to be alive. Isn't it a funny thing, Mary Poppins, he said drowsily. I've been so very naughty and I feel so very good. Humph! said Mary Poppins as she tucked him in and went away to wash up the supper things…. PERHAPS SHE 'T be t, said Michael. Yes, she will, said Jane. She's always t for ever and ever. They were walking up Ludgate Hill on the way to pay a visit to Mr. Banks in the City. For he had said that morning to Mrs. Banks: My dear, if it doesn't rain I think Jane and Michael might for me at the ice — that is, if you are agreeable. I have a feeling I should like to be taken out to Tea and Shortbread Fingers and it's not often I have a Treat. And Mrs. Banks had said she would think about it. But day long, though Jane and Michael had watched her anxiously, she had not seemed to be thinking about it at . From the things she said, she was thinking about the Laundry Bill and Michael's overcoat and w was Aunt Flossie's address, and why did that wretched Mrs. Jackson ask her to tea on the second Thursday of the month when she k that was the very day Mrs. Banks had to go to the Dentist's? Suddenly, when they felt quite sure she would think about Mr. Banks's treat, she said: , children, don't stand staring at me like that. your things on. You are going to the City to have tea with your Father. Had you forgotten? As if they could have forgotten! For it was not as though it were the Tea that mattered. T was also the Bird Woman, and she herself was of Treats. That is why they were walking up Ludgate Hill and feeling very excited. Mary Poppins walked between them, wearing her hat and looking very distinguished. Every and then she would look into the shop window just to make sure the hat was still t and that the pink roses on it had not turned into common flowers like marigolds. Every time she stopped to make sure, Jane and Michael would sigh, but they did not dare say anything for fear she would spend even longer looking at herself in the windows, and turning this way and that to see which attitude was the most becoming. 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