Sir Christopher Wren's Cathedral Wren it was, but he was no relation to Jenny. That is why so many birds live near Sir Christopher Wren's Cathedral, which also belongs to St. Paul, and that is why the Bird Woman lives t, too. T she is! cried Michael suddenly, and he danced on his toes with excitement. Don't point, said Mary Poppins, giving a last glance at the pink roses in the window of a carpetshop. She's saying it! She's saying it! cried Jane, holding tight to herself for fear she would break in two with delight. And she was saying it. The Bird Woman was t and she was saying it. Feed the Birds, Tuppence a Bag! Feed the Birds, Tuppence a Bag! Feed the Birds, Feed the Birds, TUppence a Bag, Tuppence a Bag! Over and over again, the same thing, in a high chanting voice that made the words seem like a song. And as she said it she held out little bags of breadcrumbs to the passers-by. round her flew the birds, circling and leaping and swooping and rising. Mary Poppins always ed them sparrers, because, she said conceitedly, birds were alike to her. But Jane and Michael k that they were not sparrows, but doves and pigeons. T were fussy and chatty grey doves like Grandmothers; and brown, rough-voiced pigeons like Uncles; and greeny, cackling, no-I've-no- pigeons like Fathers. And the silly, anxious, soft blue doves were like Mothers. That's what Jane and Michael thought, anyway. They flew round and round the head of the Bird Woman as the children approached, and then, as though to tease her, they suddenly rushed away through the air and sat on the top of St. Paul's, laughing and turning their heads away and pretending they didn't k her. It was Michael's turn to a bag. Jane had bought one last time. He walked up to the Bird Woman and held out four halfpennies. Feed the Birds, Tuppence a Bag! said the Bird Woman, as she put a bag of crumbs into his hand and tucked the away into the folds of her huge black skirt. Why don't you have penny bags? said Michael. Then I could two. Feed the Birds, Tuppence a Bag! said the Bird Woman, and Michael k it was no good asking her any more questions. He and Jane had often tried, but she could say, and she had ever been able to say was, Feed the Birds, Tuppence a Bag! Just as a cuckoo can say Cuckoo, no matter what questions you ask him. Jane and Michael and Mary Poppins spread the crumbs in a circle on the ground, and , one by one at first, and then in twos and threes, the birds came down from St. Paul's. Dainty David, said Mary Poppins with a sniff, as one bird picked up a crumb and dropped it again from its beak. But the other birds swarmed upon the food, pushing and scrambling and shouting. At last t wasn't a crumb left, for it is not rey polite for a pigeon or a dove to anything on the plate. When they were quite certain that the meal was finished the birds rose with one grand, fluttering movement and flew round the Bird Woman's head, copying in their own language the words she said. One of them sat on her hat and pretended he was a decoration for the crown. And another of them mistook Mary Poppins's hat for a rose garden and pecked a flower. You sparrer! cried Mary Poppins, and shook her umbrella at him. The pigeon, very ended, flew back to the Bird Woman and, to pay out Mary Poppins, stuck the rose in the ribbon of the Bird Woman's hat. You ought to be in a pie — that's w you ought to be, said Mary Poppins to him very angrily. Then she ed to Jane and Michael. Time to go, she said, and flung a parting glance of fury at the pigeon. But he laughed and flicked his tail and turned his back on her. Good-bye, said Michael to the Bird Woman. Feed the Birds, she replied, smiling. Good-bye, said Jane. Tuppence a Bag! said the Bird Woman and waved her hand. They left her then, walking one on either side of Mary Poppins. What happens when everybody goes away — like us? said Michael to Jane. He k quite well what happened, but it was the proper thing to ask Jane because the story was rey hers. So Jane told him and he added the bits she had forgotten. At night when everybody goes to bed— began Jane. And the stars come out, added Michael. Yes, and even if they don't — the birds come down from the top of St. Paul's and run very carefully over the ground just to see t are no crumbs left, and to tidy it up for the morning. And when they have done that— You've forgotten the baths. Oh, yes — they bath themselves and comb their wings with their claws. And when they have done that they fly three times round the head of the Bird Woman and then they settle. Do they sit on her shoulders? Yes, and on her hat. And on her basket with the bags in it? Yes, and some on her knee. Then she smooths down the head-feathers of each one in turn and tells it to be a good bird— TWO POUNDS OF sausages — Best Pork, said Mary Poppins. And at once, . We're in a hurry. The Butcher, who wore a large blue-and-white striped apron, was a fat and friendly man. He was also large and red and rather like one of his own sausages. He leant upon his chopping-block and gazed admiringly at Mary Poppins. Then he winked pleasantly at Jane and Michael. In a Nurry? he said to Mary Poppins. Well, that's a pity. I'd hoped you'd dropped in for a bit of a chat. We Butchers, you k, like a bit of company. And we don't often the of talking to a nice, handsome young lady like you— He broke suddenly, for he had caught sight of Mary Poppins's face. The expression on it was awful. And the Butcher found himself wishing t was a trapdoor in the floor of his shop that would and swow him up. Oh, well— he said, blushing even redder than usual. If you're in a Nurry, of course. Two pounds, did you say? Best Pork? Right you are! And he hurriedly hooked down a long string of the sausages that were festooned across the shop. He cut a length — about three-quarters of a yard — wound it into a sort of garland, and wrapped it up first in white and then in brown paper. He pushed the parcel across the chopping-block. AND the next? he said hopefully, still blushing. T will be no next, said Mary Poppins, with a haughty sniff. And she took the sausages and turned the perambulator round very quickly, and wheeled it out of the shop in such a way that the Butcher k he had morty ended her. But she glanced at the window as she went so that she could see how her shoes looked reflected in it. They were bright brown kid with two buttons, very smart. Jane and Michael trailed after her, dering when she would have come to the end of her shopping-list but, because of the look on her face, not daring to ask her. Mary Poppins gazed up and down the street as if deep in thought, and then, suddenly making up her mind, she snapped: Fishmonger! and turned the perambulator in at the shop next to the Butcher's. One Dover Sole, pound and a half of Halibut, pint of Prawns and a Lobster, said Mary Poppins, talking so quickly that somebody used to taking such orders could possibly have understood her. The Fishmonger, unlike the Butcher, was a long thin man, so thin that he seemed to have no front to him but two sides. And he looked so sad that you felt he had either just been weeping or was just going to. Jane said that this was due to some secret sorrow that had haunted him since his youth, and Michael thought that the Fishmonger's Mother must have fed him entirely on bread and water when he was a baby, and that he had forgotten it. Anything else? said the Fishmonger hopelessly, in a voice that suggested he was quite sure t wouldn't be. Not , said Mary Poppins. The Fishmonger shook his head sadly and did not look at surprised. He had kn along t would be nothing else. Sniffing gently, he tied up the parcel and dropped it into the perambulator. Bad weather, he observed, wiping his eye with his hand. Don't believe we're going to any summer at — not that we ever did, of course. You don't look too blooming, he said to Mary Poppins. But then, nobody does— Mary Poppins tossed her head. Speak rself, she said crossly, and flounced to the door, pushing the perambulator so fiercely that it bumped into a bag of oysters. The idea! Jane and Michael heard her say as she glanced down at her shoes. Not looking too blooming in her brown kid shoes with two buttons — the idea! That was what they heard her thinking. Outside on the pavement she paused, looking at her list and ticking what she had bought. Michael stood first on one leg and then on the other. Mary Poppins, are we going ? he said crossly. Mary Poppins turned and regarded him with something like disgust. That, she said briefly, is as it may be. And Michael, watching her fold up her list, wished he had not spoken. You can go , if you like, she said haughtily. We are going to the gingerbread. Michael's face fell. If he had managed to say nothing! He hadn't kn that Gingerbread was at the end of the list. That's your way, said Mary Poppins shortly, pointing in the direction of Cherry-Tree Lane. If you don't lost, she added as an afterthought. Oh no, Mary Poppins, , no! I didn't mean it, rey. I — oh — Mary Poppins, — cried Michael. Do let him come, Mary Poppins! said Jane. I'll push the perambulator if you'll let him come. Mary Poppins sniffed. If it wasn't Friday, she said darkly to Michael, you'd go in a twink —an absolute Twink! She moved onwards, pushing John and Barbara. Jane and Michael k that she had relented, and followed dering what a Twink was. Suddenly Jane noticed that they were going in the wrong direction. But, Mary Poppins, I thought you said gingerbread — this isn't the way to Green, Brown and Johnson's, w we always it— she began, and stopped because of Mary Poppins's face. Am I doing the shopping or are you? Mary Poppins enquired. You, said Jane, in a very sm voice. Oh, rey? I thought it was the other way round, said Mary Poppins with a scornful laugh. She gave the perambulator a little twist with her hand and it turned a corner and drew up suddenly Jane and Michael, stopping abruptly behind it, found themselves outside the most curious shop they had ever seen. It was very sm and very dingy. Faded loops of coloured paper hung in the windows, and on the shelves were shabby little boxes of Sherbet, old Liquorice Sticks, and very witd, very hard Apples-on-a-stick. T was a sm dark doorway between the windows, and through this Mary Poppins propelled the perambulator while Jane and Michael followed at her heels. Inside the shop they could dimly see the glass-topped counter that ran round three sides of it. And in a case under the glass were rows and rows of dark, dry gingerbread, each slab so studded with gilt stars that the shop itself seemed to be faintly lit by them. Jane and Michael glanced round to find out what kind of a person was to serve them, and were very surprised when Mary Poppins ed out: Fannie! Annie! W are you? Her voice seemed to echo back to them from each dark w of the shop. And as she ed, two of the largest people the children had ever seen rose from behind the counter and shook hands with Mary Poppins. The huge women then leant down over the counter and said, How de do? in voices as large as themselves, and shook hands with Jane and Michael. How do you do, Miss—? Michael paused, dering which of the large ladies was which. Fannie's my , said one of them. My rheumatism is about the same; thank you for asking. She spoke very mournfully, as though she were unused to such a courteous greeting. It's a lovely day— began Jane politely to the other sister, who kept Jane's hand imprisoned for almost a minute in her huge clasp. I'm Annie, she ined them miserably. And handsome is as handsome does. Jane and Michael thought that both the sisters had a very odd way of expressing themselves, but they had not time to for long, for Miss Fannie and Miss Annie were reaching out their long arms to the perambulator. Each shook hands solemnly with one of the Twins, who were so astonished that they began to cry. , , , ! What's this, what's this? A high, thin, crackly little voice came from the back of the shop. At the sound of it the expression on the faces of Miss Fannie and Miss Annie, sad before, became even sadder. They seemed frightened and ill at ease, and somehow Jane and Michael realised that the two huge sisters were wishing that they were much smer and less conspicuous. What's this I hear? cried the curious high little voice, coming nearer. And , round the corner of the glass case the owner of it appeared. She was as sm as her voice and as crackly, and to the children she seemed to be older than anything in the world, with her wispy hair and her sticklike legs and her wizened, wrinkled little face. But in spite of this she ran towards them as lightly and as gaily as though she were still a young girl. , , — well, I do declare! Bless me if it isn't Mary Poppins, with John and Barbara Banks. What — Jane and Michael, too? Well, isn't this a nice surprise for me? I assure you I haven't been so surprised since Christopher Columbus discovered America — truly I haven't! She smiled delightedly as she came to greet them, and her feet made little dancing movements inside the tiny elastic-sided boots. She ran to the perambulator and rocked it gently, crooking her thin, twisted, old fingers at John and Barbara until they stopped crying and began to laugh. 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