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𝖠“𝗈𝗇𝖾 𝗉𝖾𝗋𝖼𝖾𝗇𝗍𝖾𝗋” 𝗐𝗁𝗈 𝗁𝖺𝗌 𝖼𝗈𝗋𝗋𝖾𝖼𝗍𝗅𝗒 𝗉𝗋𝖾𝖽𝗂𝖼𝗍𝖾𝖽 𝖳𝖧𝖱𝖤𝖤 𝗈𝖿 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝖻𝗂𝗀𝗀𝖾𝗌𝗍 𝗆𝖺𝗋𝗄𝖾𝗍 𝖼𝗈𝗋𝗋𝖾𝖼𝗍𝗂𝗈𝗇𝗌 𝗈𝖿 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗉𝖺𝗌𝗍 𝟥𝟢 𝗒𝖾𝖺𝗋𝗌, 𝗂𝗇𝖼𝗅𝗎𝖽𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝖡𝗅𝖺𝖼𝗄 𝖬𝗈𝗇𝖽𝖺𝗒 𝗂𝗇 𝟣𝟫𝟪𝟩, 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝖽𝗈𝗍-𝖼𝗈𝗆 𝖼𝗋𝖺𝗌𝗁 𝗂𝗇 𝟤𝟢𝟢𝟢 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝟤𝟢𝟢𝟪 𝖿𝗂𝗇𝖺𝗇𝖼𝗂𝖺𝗅 𝖼𝗋𝗂𝗌𝗂𝗌. [Main logotype Expert Modern Advice](       Anything you give them, Mrs. Corry, could do them good, said Mary Poppins with most surprising courtesy. What a pity, Michael couldn't help saying, they weren't Peppermint Bars. Well, they are, sometimes, said Mrs. Corry gleefully, and very good they taste, too. I often nibble 'em myself, if I can't sleep at night. Splendid for the digestion. What will they be next time? asked Jane, looking at Mrs. Corry's fingers with interest. Aha! said Mrs. Corry. That's just the question. I k from day to day what they will be. I take the , my dear, as I heard William the Conqueror say to his Mother when she advised him not to go conquering England. You must be very old! said Jane, sighing enviously, and dering if she would ever be able to remember what Mrs. Corry remembered. Mrs. Corry flung back her wispy little head and shrieked with laughter. Old! she said. Why, I'm quite a chicken compared to my Grandmother. , t's an old woman if you like. Still, I go back a good way. I remember the time when they were making this world, anyway, and I was well out of my teens then. My goodness, that was a to-do, I can tell you! She broke suddenly, screwing up her little eyes at the children. But, deary me — am I running on and on and you not being served! I suppose, my dear — she turned to Mary Poppins, w she appeared to k very well—I suppose you've come for some Gingerbread? That's right, Mrs. Corry, said Mary Poppins politely. Good. Have Fannie and Annie given you any? She looked at Jane and Michael as she said this. Jane shook her head. Two hushed voices came from behind the counter. No, Mother, said Miss Fannie meekly. We were just going to, Mother— began Miss Annie in a frightened whisper. At that Mrs. Corry drew herself up to her full height and regarded her gigantic daughters furiously. Then she said in a soft, fierce, terrifying voice: Just going to? Oh, indeed! That is very interesting. And who, may I ask, Annie, gave you permission to give away my gingerbread—? Nobody, Mother. And I didn't . I thought— You thought! That is very kind of you. But I will thank you not to think. I can do the thinking that is necessary ! said Mrs. Corry in her soft, terrible voice. Then she burst into a harsh cackle of laughter. Look at her! Just look at her! Cowardy-custard! Cry-baby! she shrieked, pointing her knotty finger at her daughter. Jane and Michael turned and saw a large tear coursing down Miss Annie's huge, sad face, but they did not like to say anything, for, in spite of her tininess, Mrs. Corry made them feel rather sm and frightened. But as as Mrs. Corry looked the other way Jane seized the to er Miss Annie her handkerchief. The huge tear completely drenched it, and Miss Annie, with a grateful look, wrung it out before she returned it to Jane. And you, Fannie — did you think, too, I der? The high little voice was directed at the other daughter. No, Mother, said Miss Fannie trembling. Humph! Just as well ! that case! With frightened, fumbling fingers, Miss Fannie ed the glass case. , my darlings, said Mrs. Corry in quite a different voice. She smiled and beckoned so sweetly to Jane and Michael that they were ashamed of having been frightened of her, and felt that she must be very nice after . 't you come and take your pick, my lambs? It's a special recipe — one I got from Alfred the . He was a very good cook, I remember, though he did once burn the cakes. How many? Jane and Michael looked at Mary Poppins. Four each, she said. That's twelve. One dozen. I'll make it a Baker's Dozen — take thirteen, said Mrs. Corry cheerfully. So Jane and Michael chose thirteen slabs of gingerbread, each with its gilt paper star. Their arms were piled up with the delicious dark cakes. Michael could not resist nibbling a corner of one of them. Good? squeaked Mrs. Corry, and when he nodded she picked up her skirts and did a few steps of the Highland Fling for pure pleasure. Hooray, hooray, splendid, hooray! she cried in her shrill little voice. Then she came to a standstill and her face grew . But remember — I'm not giving them away. I must be paid. The is threepence for each of you. Mary Poppins ed her purse and took out three threepenny-bits. She gave one each to Jane and Michael. , said Mrs. Corry. Stick 'em on my coat! That's w they go. They looked closely at her long black coat. And sure enough they found it was studded with threepenny-bits as a Coster's coat is with pearl buttons. Come along. Stick 'em on! repeated Mrs. Corry, rubbing her hands with pleasant expectation. You'll find they 't drop . Mary Poppins stepped forward and pressed her threepenny-bit against the collar of Mrs. Corry's coat. To the surprise of Jane and Michael, it stuck. Then they put theirs on — Jane's on the right shoulder and Michael's on the front hem. Theirs stuck, too. How very extraordinary, said Jane. Not at , my dear, said Mrs. Corry chuckling. Or rather, not so extraordinary as other things I could mention. And she winked largely at Mary Poppins. I'm afraid we must be , Mrs. Corry, said Mary Poppins. T is Baked Custard for lunch, and I must be in time to make it. That Mrs. Brill— A poor cook? enquired Mrs. Corry interrupting. Poor! said Mary Poppins contemptuously. That's not the word. Ah! Mrs. Corry put her finger alongside her nose and looked very wise. Then she said: Well, my dear Miss Poppins, it has been a very pleasant visit and I am sure my girls have enjoyed it as much as I have. She nodded in the direction of her two large mournful daughters. And you'll come again , 't you, with Jane and Michael and the Babies? , are you sure you can carry the Gingerbread? she continued, turning to Michael and Jane. They nodded. Mrs. Corry drew closer to them, with a curious, important, inquisitive look on her face. I der, she said dreamily, what you will do with the paper stars? Oh, we'll keep them, said Jane. We always do. Ah — you keep them! And I der w you keep them? Mrs. Corry's eyes were half closed and she looked more inquisitive than ever. Well, Jane began. Mine are under my handkerchiefs in the top left-hand drawer and— Mine are in a shoe-box on the bottom shelf of the wardrobe, said Michael. Top left-hand drawer and shoe-box in the wardrobe, said Mrs. Corry thoughtfully, as though she were committing the words to memory. Then she gave Mary Poppins a long look and nodded her head slightly. Mary Poppins nodded slightly in return. It seemed as if some secret had passed between them. Well, said Mrs. Corry brightly, that is very interesting. You don't k how glad I am to k you keep your stars. I sh remember that. You see, I remember everything — even what Guy Fawkes had for dinner every second Sunday. And , good-bye. Come again . Come again so-o-o-o-n! Mrs. Corry's voice seemed to be growing fainter and fading away, and , without being quite aware of what had happened, Jane and Michael found themselves on the pavement, walking behind Mary Poppins, who was again examining her list. They turned and looked behind them. Why, Jane, said Michael with surprise, it's not t! So I see, said Jane, staring and staring. And they were right. The shop was not t. It had entirely disappeared. How odd! said Jane. Isn't it? said Michael. But the Gingerbread is very good. And they were so busy biting their Gingerbread into different shapes — a man, a flower, a teapot —that they quite forgot how very odd it was. They remembered it again at night, however, when the lights were out and they were both supposed to be sound asleep. Jane, Jane! whispered Michael. I hear someone tip-toeing on the stairs — listen! Sssh! hissed Jane from her bed, for she, too, had heard the footsteps. the door ed with a little and somebody came into the room. It was Mary Poppins, dressed in hat and coat ready to go out. She moved about the room softly with quick secret movements. Jane and Michael watched her through half-closed eyes without stirring. First she went to the chest of drawers, ed a drawer and shut it again after a moment. Then, on tip-toe, she went to the wardrobe, ed it, bent down and put something in or took something out (they couldn't tell which). Snap! The wardrobe door shut quickly and Mary Poppins hurried from the room. Michael sat up in bed. What was she doing? he said to Jane in a loud whisper. I don't k. Perhaps she'd forgotten her gloves or her shoes or— Jane broke suddenly. Michael, listen! He listened. From down below — in the garden, it seemed — they could hear several voices whispering toher, very earnestly and excitedly. With a quick movement Jane got out of bed and beckoned Michael. They crept on bare feet to the window and looked down. T, outside in the Lane, stood a tiny and two gigantic figures. Mrs. Corry and Miss Fannie and Miss Annie, said Jane in a whisper. And so indeed it was. It was a curious group. Mrs. Corry was looking through the bars of the gate of Number Seventeen, Miss Fannie had two long ladders balanced on one huge shoulder, while Miss Annie appeared to be carrying in one hand a large pail of something that looked like glue and in the other an enormous paint-brush. From w they stood, by the curtain, Jane and Michael could distinctly hear their voices. She's late! Mrs. Corry was saying crossly and anxiously. Perhaps, Miss Fannie began timidly, settling the ladders more firmly on her shoulder, one of the children is ill and she couldn't— away in time, said Miss Annie, nervously completing her sister's sentence. Silence! said Mrs. Corry fiercely, and Jane and Michael distinctly heard her whisper something about galumphing giraffes, and they k she was referring to her unfortunate daughters. Hist! said Mrs. Corry suddenly, listening with her head on one side, like a sm bird. T was the sound of the front door being quietly ed and shut again, and the creak of footsteps on the path. Mrs. Corry smiled and waved her hand as Mary Poppins came to meet them, carrying a market basket on her arm, and in the basket was something that seemed to give out a faint, mysterious light. Come along, come along, we must hurry! We haven't much time, said Mrs. Corry, taking Mary Poppins by the arm. Look lively, you two! And she moved , followed by Miss Fannie and Miss Annie, who were obviously trying to look as lively as possible but not succeeding very well. They tramped heavily after their Mother and Mary Poppins, bending under their loads. Jane and Michael saw four of them go down Cherry-Tree Lane, and then they turned a little to the left and went up the hill. When they got to the top of the hill, w t were no houses but grass and clover, they stopped. Miss Annie put down her pail of glue, and Miss Fannie swung the ladders from her shoulder and steadied them until both stood in an upright position. Then she held one and Miss Annie the other. What on earth are they going to do? said Michael, gaping. But t was no need for Jane to reply, for he could see for himself what was happening. 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