The remark quite shocked him. “Why, you’re often cross, Mary Poppins!” he said. “At least fifty times a day!” “Never!” she said with an angry snap. “… - P. L. Travers

My wisdom tells me that this is probably so. We are all made of the same stuff, remember, we of the Jungle, you of the City. The same substance composes us — the tree overhead, the stone beneath us, the bird, the beast, the star — we are all one, all moving to the same end. Remember that when you no longer remember me, my child.” “But

Miss Lark had two gates. One was for Miss Lark’s friends and relations, and the other for the Butcher and the Baker and the Milkman. Once the Baker made a mistake and came in through the gate reserved for the friends and relations, and Miss Lark was so angry that she said she wouldn’t have any more bread ever.

very quiet and still, as though it were thinking its own thoughts, or dreaming perhaps.