Rubbing to edges and corners bumped. Spine faded and creased. Pages browned.
'Well! You have often insulted me, Michael Banks. But I neve thought I would see the day when you'd tell me I wasn't somebody.'
'I don't mean somebody, Mary Poppins! I mean not somebody else! Oh, tell me truly! You aren't anybody in disguise?'
A faint smile puckered her mouth. Her head gave a prideful toss. 'Me! Disguised! Certainly Not!'
'But, Mary Poppins -' Jane persisted. 'Surposing you weren't Mary Poppins, who would you choose to be?'
The blue eyes under the tulip hat turned to her in surpise. There was only one answer to such a queston.
'Mary Poppins!' she said.