Mary Poppins Comes Back. P. Travers L.

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       Chapter Three

       BAD WEDNESDAY

       TICK-TACK! TICK-TOCK!

      The pendulum of the Nursery clock swung backwards and forwards like an old lady nodding her head.

       Tick-tack! Tick-tock!

      Then the clock stopped ticking and began to whir and growl, quietly at first, and then more loudly, as though it were in pain. And as it whirred it shook so violently that the whole mantelpiece trembled. The empty Marmalade Jar hopped and shook and shivered; John’s hair-brush, left there over-night, danced on its bristles; the Royal Doulton Bowl that Mrs Banks’ Great-Aunt Caroline had given her as a Christening Present slipped sideways, so that the three little boys who were playing horses inside it stood on their painted heads.

      And after all that, just when it seemed as if the clock must burst, it began to strike.

      One! Two! Three! Four! Five! Six! Seven!

      On the last stroke Jane woke up.

      The sun was streaming through a gap in the curtains and falling in gold stripes upon her quilt. Jane sat up and looked round the Nursery. No sound came from Michael’s bed. The Twins in their cots were sucking their thumbs and breathing deeply.

      “I’m the only one awake,” she said, feeling very pleased. “I can lie here all by myself and think and think and think.”

      And she drew her knees up to her chin and curled into the bed as though she were settling down into a nest.

      “Now I am a bird!” she said to herself. “I have just laid seven lovely white eggs, and I am sitting with my wings over them, brooding. Cluck-cluck! Cluck-cluck!”

      She made a small, broody noise in her throat.

      “And after a long time, say half an hour, there will be a little cheep, and a little tap and the shells will crack. Then, out will pop seven little chicks, three yellow, two brown, and two—”

      “Time to get up!”

      Mary Poppins, appearing suddenly from nowhere, tweaked the bedclothes from Jane’s shoulders.

      “Oh, no, no!” grumbled Jane, pulling them up again.

      She felt very cross with Mary Poppins for rushing in and spoiling everything.

      “I don’t want to get up!” she said, turning her face into the pillow.

      “Oh, indeed?” Mary Poppins said calmly, as though the remark had no interest for her. She pulled the bedclothes right off the bed and Jane found herself standing on the floor.

      “Oh, dear,” she grumbled, “why do I always have to get up first?”

      “You’re the eldest – that’s why!” Mary Poppins pushed her towards the bathroom.

      “But I don’t want to be the eldest. Why can’t Michael be the eldest sometimes?”

      “Because you were born first – see?”

      “Well, I didn’t ask to be. I’m tired of being born first. I wanted to think.”

      “You can think when you’re brushing your teeth.”

      “Not the same thoughts.”

      “Well, nobody wants to think the same thoughts all the time.”

      “I do.”

      Mary Poppins gave her a quick, black look.

      “That’s enough, thank you!” And, from the tone of her voice, Jane knew she meant what she said.

      Mary Poppins hurried away to wake Michael.

      Jane put down her toothbrush and sat on the edge of the bath.

      “It’s not fair,” she grumbled, kicking the linoleum with her toes. “Making me do all the horrid things just because I’m the eldest! I won’t brush my teeth!”

      Immediately she felt surprised at herself. She was usually quite glad to be older than Michael and the Twins. It made her feel rather superior and much more important. But today – what was the matter with today that she felt so cross and peevish?

      “If Michael had been born first I’d have had time to hatch out my eggs!” she grumbled to herself, feeling that the day had begun badly.

      Unfortunately, instead of getting better, it grew worse.

      At breakfast, Mary Poppins discovered there was only enough Puffed Rice for three.

      “Well, Jane must have Porridge,” she said, setting out the plates and sniffing angrily, for she did not like making Porridge; there were always too many lumps in it.

      “But why?” complained Jane. “I want Puffed Rice.”

      Mary Poppins darted a fierce look at her.

      “Because you’re the eldest!”

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