But at the very moment she was thinking these thoughts, adventure, as she afterwards told my Mother, was stalking her. - P. L. Travers

Mary Poppins was very vain and liked to look her best. Indeed, she was quite sure that she never looked anything else.

Don’t you know,” she said pityingly, “that everybody’s got a Fairyland of their own?

Shall we, too, Mary Poppins?” he asked, blurting out the question. “Shall you, too, what?” she enquired with a sniff. “Live happily ever afterwards?” he said eagerly. A smile, half sad, half tender, played faintly round her mouth. “Perhaps,” she said, thoughtfully. “It all depends.” “What on, Mary Poppins?” “On you,” she said, quietly,