"Shake!" said the Sweep, as he turned to the children. "It's sure to bring you luck!" He left a black mark on each of their palms and they all felt suddenly better.
Then he put out his hand to Mrs. Banks. And as she took his warm black fingers her courage came flowing back.
"We must make the best of things, darlings," she said. "I shall advertise for another nurse. And perhaps something good will happen."
Jane and Michael sighed with relief. At least she was not going to send for Miss Andrew.
"What do you do when yon need luck?" asked Jane, as she followed the Sweep to the Drawing-room.
"Oh, I just shake 'ands with meself," he said, cheerfully, pushing his brush up the chimney.
All day long the children watched him and argued over who should hand him the brushes. Now and again Mrs. Banks came in, to complain of the noise and hurry the Sweep.
And all day long, beyond the windows, the mist crept through the Lane. Every sound was muffled. The birds were gone. Except for an old and moulting Starling who kept on peering through the cracks in the blinds as if he were looking for someone.
At last the Sweep crept out of the chimney and smiled at his handiwork.
"So kind of you!" said Mrs. Banks hurriedly. "Now, I'm sure you must want to pack up and go home"
"I'm in no 'Urry," remarked the Sweep. "Me Tea isn't ready till six o'clock and I've got an hour to fill in"
"Well, you can't fill it in here!" Mrs. Banks shrieked. "I have to tidy up this room before my husband comes home!"
"I tell you what" the Sweep said calmly. "If you've got a rocket or two about you, I could take them children into the Park and show 'em a few fireworks. It'd give you a rest and meself a TVeat. I've always been very partial to rockets, ever since a boyand before!"
A yell of delight went up from the children. Michael ran to a window and lifted the blind.
"Oh, look what's happened!" he cried in triumph.
For a change had come to Cherry-Tree Lane. The chill grey mist had cleared away. The houses were lit with warm soft lights. And away in the West shone a glimmer of sunset, rosy and clear and bright.
"Remember your coats!" cried Mrs. Banks, as the children darted away. Then she ran to the cupboard under the staircase and brought out a nobbly parcel.
"Here you are!" she said breathlessly to the Sweep. "And, mind, be careful of sparks!"
"Sparks?" said the Sweep. "Why, sparks is my 'Obby. Them and the soot wot comes after!"
The children leapt like puppies about him as he went down the garden path. Mrs. Banks sat down for two minutes' rest on one of the sheet-covered chairs. The Starling looked in at her for a moment. Then he shook his head disappointedly and flew away again.
Daylight was fading as they crossed the road. By the Park railings Bert, the Matchman, was spreading out his tray. He lit a candle with one of his matches and began to draw pictures on the pavement. He nodded gaily to the children as they hurried through the Gates.
"Now, all we need," the Sweep said fussily, "is a clear patch of grass"
"Which you won't get!" said a voice behind them. "The Park is closed at 5:30."
Out from the shadows came the Park Keeper, looking very belligerent.
"But it's Guy Fawkes' Day the Fifth of November!" the children answered quickly.
"Orders is orders!" he retorted, "and all days are alike to me."
"Well, where can we let off the fireworks?" Michael demanded impatiently.
A greedy look leapt to the Keeper's eyes.
"You got some fireworks?" he said hungrily. "Well, why not say so before!" And he snatched the parcel from the Sweep and began to untie the string. "Matches that's what we need!" he went on, panting with excitement.
"Here," said the Matchman's quiet voice. He had followed the children into the Park and was standing behind them with his lighted candle.
The Park Keeper opened a bundle of Squibs.
The Park Keeper opened a bundle of Squibs.
"They're ours, you know!" Michael reminded him.
"Ah, let me help you do!" said the Keeper. "I've never 'ad fun on Guy Fawkes' Day never since I was a boy!"
And without waiting for permission, he lit the Squibs at the Matchman's candle. The hissing streams of fire poured out, and pop, pop, pop, went the crackers. The Park Keeper seized a Catherine Wheel and stuck it on a branch. The rings of light began to turn and sparkled on the air. And after that he was so excited that nothing could stop him. He went on lighting fuse after fuse as though he had gone mad.
Flower Pots streamed from the dewy grass and Golden Rain flowed down through the darkness. Top Hats burned for a bright short moment; Balloons went floating up to the branches; and Firesnakes writhed in the shadows. The children jumped and squeaked and shouted. The Park Keeper ran about among them like a large frenzied dog. And amid the noise and the sparkling lights the Matchman waited quietly. The flame of his candle never wavered as they lit their fuses from it.
"Now!" cried the Keeper, who was hoarse with shouting. "Now we come to the rockets!"
All the other fireworks had gone. Nothing remained in the nobbly parcel except three long black sticks.
"No you don't!" said the Sweep, as the Keeper snatched them. "Share and share. That's fair!" He gave the Keeper one rocket and kept the others for himself and the children.
"Make way, make way!" said the Keeper importantly, as he lit the fuse at the candle flame and stuck the stick in the ground.
Hissing and guttering, the spark ran down like a little golden thread. Then whoop! went the stick as it shot away. Up in the sky the children heard a small faraway bang. And a swirl of red-and-blue stars broke out and rained upon the Park.
"Oh!" cried the children. And "Oh!" cried the Sweep. For that is the only word anyone can say when a rocket's stars break out.
Then it was the Sweep's turn. The candle-light gleamed on his black face as he lit the fuse of his rocket. Then came a whoop and another bang and white-and-green stars spread over the sky like the ribs of a bright umbrella. And again the watchers all cried "Oh!" and sighed for sheer joy.
"It's our turn now!" cried Jane and Michael. And their fingers trembled as they lit the fuse. They pressed the stick down into the earth and stepped back to watch. The thread of golden fire ran down. Whe-e-e-ew! Up went the stick with a singing sound, up to the very top of the sky. And Jane and Michael held their breath as they waited for it to burst.
At last, far away and very faint, they heard the little bang.
Now for the stars, they thought to themselves.
But alas! nothing happened.
"Oh!" said everyone again not for joy this time, but for disappointment. For no stars broke from the third rocket. There was nothing but darkness and the empty sky.
"Tticksy that's what they are!" said the Sweep. "There are some as just doesn't go off! Well, come on home, all. There's no good staring. Nothing will come down now!"
"Closing Time! Everyone out of the Park!" cried the Park Keeper importantly.
But Jane and Michael took no notice. They stood there watching, hand in hand. For their hopeful eyes had noticed something that nobody else had seen. Up in the sky a tiny spark hovered and swayed in the darkness. What could it be? Not the stick of the rocket, for that must have fallen long ago. And certainly not a star, they thought, for the little spark was moving.
"Perhaps it's a special kind of rocket that has only one spark," said Michael.
"Perhaps," Jane answered quietly, as she watched the tiny light.
They stood together, gazing upwards. Even if there was only one spark they would watch till it went out. But, strangely enough, it did not go out. In fact, it was growing larger.
"Let's get a move on!" urged the Sweep. And again the Park Keeper cried:
"Closing Time!"
But still they waited. And still the spark grew ever larger and brighter. Then suddenly Jane caught her breath. And Michael gave a gasp. Oh, was it possible? Could it be? they silently asked each other.
Down came the spark, growing longer and wider. And as it came, it took on a shape that was strange and also familiar. Out of the glowing core of light emerged a curious figure a figure in a black straw hat and a blue coat trimmed with silver buttons a figure that carried in one hand something that looked like a carpet bag, and in the other oh, could it be true? a parrot-headed umbrella.
Behind them the Matchman gave a cry and ran through the Park Gates.
The curious figure was drifting now to the tops of the naked trees. Its feet touched the highest bough of an oak and stepped down daintily through the branches. It stood for a moment on the lowest bough and balanced itself neatly.
Jane and Michael began to run and their breath broke from them in a happy shout.
"Mary Poppins! Mary Poppins! Mary Poppins!" Half-laughing, half-weeping, they flung themselves upon her.
"You've c-come b-back, at 1-last!" stammered Michael excitedly, as he clutched her neatly shod foot. It was warm and bony and quite real and it smelt of Black Boot-polish.
"We knew you'd come back. We trusted you!" Jane seized Mary Poppins' other foot and dragged at her cotton stocking.
Mary Poppins' mouth crinkled with the ghost of a smile. Then she looked at the children fiercely.
"I'll thank you to let go my shoes!" she snapped. "I am not an object in a Bargain Basement!"
She shook them off and stepped down from the tree, as John and Barbara, mewing like kittens, rushed over the grass towards her.
"Hyenas!" she said with an angry glare, as she loosened their clutching fingers. "And what, may I ask, are you all doing running about in the Park at night and looking like Blackamoors?"
Quickly they pulled out handkerchiefs and began to rub their cheeks.
"My fault, Miss Poppins," the Sweep apologised. "I been sweeping the Drawing-room chimbley."
"Somebody will be sweeping you, if you don't look out!" she retorted.
"But-but! Glog-glog! Er-rumph! Glug-glug!" Speechless with astonishment, the Park Keeper blocked their path.
"Out of my way, please!" said Mary Poppins, haughtily brushing him aside as she pushed the children in front of her.
"This is the Second Time!" he gasped, suddenly finding his voice. "First it's a Kite and now it's a You can't do things like this, I tell you! It's against the Law. And, furthermore, it's all against Nature."