examined the reflection of the gloves she went carefully over her whole person – coat, hat, scarf and shoes, with herself inside – and she thought that, on the whole, she had never seen anybody looking quite so smart and distinguished.
But the winter afternoons, she knew, were short, and they had to be home by tea time. So with a sigh she wrenched herself away from her glorious reflection.
“Now we will go in,” she said, and annoyed Jane and Michael very much by lingering at the Haberdashery counter and taking great trouble over the choice of a reel of black cotton.
“The Toy Department,” Michael reminded her, “is in that direction.”
“I know, thank you. Don’t point,” she said, and paid her bill with aggravating slowness.
But at last they found themselves alongside Father Christmas, who went to the greatest trouble in helping them choose their presents.
“That will do nicely for Daddy,” said Michael, selecting a clockwork train with special signals. “I will take care of it for him when he goes to the City.”
“I think I will get this for Mother,” said Jane, pushing a small doll’s perambulator which, she felt sure, her Mother had always wanted. “Perhaps she will lend it to me sometimes.”
After that, Michael chose a packet of hairpins for each of the Twins and a Meccano set for his Mother, a mechanical beetle for Robertson Ay, a pair of spectacles for Ellen, whose eyesight was perfectly good, and some bootlaces for Mrs Brill who always wore slippers.
Jane, after some hesitation, eventually decided that a white dickey would be just the thing for Mr Banks, and she bought Robinson Crusoe for the Twins to read when they grew up.
“Until they are old enough, I can read it myself,” she said. “I am sure they will lend it to me.”
Mary Poppins then had a great argument with Father Christmas over a cake of soap.
“Why not Lifebuoy?” said Father Christmas, trying to be helpful and looking anxiously at Mary Poppins, for she was being rather snappy.
“I prefer Vinolia,” she said haughtily, and she bought a cake of that.
“My goodness,” she said, smoothing the fur on her right-hand glove. “I wouldn’t half like a cup of tea!”
“Would you quarter like it, though?” asked Michael.
“There is no call for you to be funny,” said Mary Poppins, in such a voice that Michael felt that, indeed, there wasn’t.
“And it is time to go home.”
There! She had said the very words they had been hoping she wouldn’t say. That was so like Mary Poppins.
“Just five minutes longer,” pleaded Jane.
“Ah do, Mary Poppins! You look so nice in your new gloves,” said Michael wilily.
But Mary Poppins, though she appreciated the remark, was not taken in by it.
“No,” she said, and closed her mouth with a snap and stalked towards the doorway.
“Oh, dear!” said Michael to himself, as he followed her, staggering under the weight of his parcels. “If only she would say ‘Yes’ for once!”
But Mary Poppins hurried on and they had to go with her. Behind them Father Christmas was waving his hand, and the Fairy Queen on the Christmas tree and all the other dolls were smiling sadly and saying, “Take me home, somebody!” and the aeroplanes were all beating their wings and saying in bird-like voices, “Let me fly! Ah, do let me fly!”
Jane and Michael hurried away, closing their ears to those enchanting voices, and feeling that the time in the Toy Department had been unreasonably and cruelly short.
And then, just as they came towards the shop entrance, the adventure happened.
They were just about to spin the glass door and go out, when they saw coming towards it from the pavement the running, flickering figure of a child.
“Look!” said Jane and Michael both together.
“My gracious, goodness, glory me!” exclaimed Mary Poppins, and stood still.
And well she might, for the child had practically no clothes on, only a light wispy strip of blue stuff that looked as though she had torn it from the sky to wrap round her naked body.
It was evident that she did not know much about spinning doors, for she went round and round inside it, pushing it so that it should spin faster and laughing as it caught her and sent her whirling round and round. Then suddenly, with a quick little movement she freed herself, sprang away from it and landed inside the shop.
She paused on tiptoe, turning her head this way and that, as though she were looking for someone. Then, with a start of pleasure, she caught sight of Jane and Michael and Mary Poppins as they stood, half-hidden behind an enormous fir tree, and ran towards them joyously.
“Ah, there you are! Thank you for waiting. I’m afraid I’m a little late,” said the child, stretching out her bright arms to Jane and Michael. “Now,” she cocked her head on one side, “aren’t you glad to see me? Say yes, say yes!”
“Yes,” said Jane smiling, for nobody, she felt, could help being glad to see anyone so bright and happy. “But who are you?” she enquired curiously.
“What is your name?” said Michael, gazing at her.
“Who am I? What is my name? Don’t say you don’t know me? Oh, surely, surely—” The child seemed very surprised and a little disappointed. She turned suddenly to Mary Poppins and pointed her finger.
“She knows me. Don’t you? I’m sure you know me!”
There was a curious look on Mary Poppins’ face. Jane and Michael could see blue fires in her eyes as though they reflected the blue of the child’s dress and her brightness.
“Does it – does it,” she whispered, “begin with an M?”
The child hopped on one leg delightedly.
“Of course it does – and you know it. M-A-I-A. I’m Maia.” She turned to Jane and Michael.
“Now you recognize me, don’t you? I’m the second of the Pleiades. Electra – she’s the eldest – couldn’t come because she’s minding Merope. Merope’s the baby, and the other five of us come in between – all girls. Our Mother was very disappointed at first not to have a boy, but now she doesn’t mind.”
The child danced a few steps and burst out again in her excited little voice:
“Oh, Jane! Oh, Michael – I’ve often watched you from the sky, and now I’m actually talking to you. There is nothing about you I don’t know. Michael doesn’t like having his hair brushed, and Jane has a thrush’s egg in a jam jar on the mantelpiece. And your Father is going bald on the top. I like him. It was he who first introduced us – don’t you remember? He said
