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"
I
do
n't
see
how
you
can
do
anything
about
her
since
she
has
disappeared
,
"
replied
Mr.
Banks
,
"
But
if
it
were
me
--
I
mean
I
--
well
,
I
should
get
somebody
to
put
in
the
Morning
Paper
the
news
that
Jane
and
Michael
and
John
and
Barbara
Banks
(
to
say
nothing
of
their
Mother
)
require
the
best
possible
Nannie
at
the
lowest
possible
wage
and
at
once
.
Then
I
should
wait
and
watch
for
the
Nannies
to
queue
up
outside
the
front
gate
,
and
I
should
get
very
cross
with
them
for
holding
up
the
traffic
and
making
it
necessary
for
me
to
give
the
policeman
a
shilling
for
putting
him
to
so
much
trouble
.
Now
I
must
be
off
.
Whew
,
it
's
as
cold
as
the
North
Pole
.
Which
way
is
the
wind
blowing
?
"
And
as
he
said
that
,
Mr.
Banks
popped
his
head
out
of
the
window
and
looked
down
the
Lane
to
Admiral
Boom
's
house
at
the
corner
.
This
was
the
grandest
house
in
the
Lane
,
and
the
Lane
was
very
proud
of
it
because
it
was
built
exactly
like
a
ship
.
There
was
a
flagstaff
in
the
garden
,
and
on
the
roof
was
a
gilt
weathercock
shaped
like
a
telescope
.
"
Ha
!
"
said
Mr.
Banks
,
drawing
in
his
head
very
quickly
.
"
Admiral
's
telescope
says
East
Wind
.
I
thought
as
much
.
There
is
frost
in
my
bones
.
I
shall
wear
two
overcoats
.
"
And
he
kissed
his
wife
absent-mindedly
on
one
side
of
her
nose
and
waved
to
the
children
and
went
away
to
the
City
.
Now
,
the
City
was
a
place
where
Mr.
Banks
went
every
day
--
except
Sundays
,
of
course
,
and
Bank
Holidays
--
and
while
he
was
there
he
sat
on
a
large
chair
in
front
of
a
large
desk
and
made
money
.
All
day
long
he
worked
,
cutting
out
pennies
and
shillings
and
half-crowns
and
threepenny-bits
.
And
he
brought
them
home
with
him
in
his
little
black
bag
.
Sometimes
he
would
give
some
to
Jane
and
Michael
for
their
money-boxes
,
and
when
he
could
n't
spare
any
he
would
say
,
"
The
Bank
is
broken
,
"
and
they
would
know
he
had
n't
made
much
money
that
day
.
Well
,
Mr.
Banks
went
off
with
his
black
bag
,
and
Mrs.
Banks
went
into
the
drawing-room
and
sat
there
all
day
long
writing
letters
to
the
papers
and
begging
them
to
send
some
Nannies
to
her
at
once
as
she
was
waiting
;
and
upstairs
in
the
Nursery
,
Jane
and
Michael
watched
at
the
window
and
wondered
who
would
come
.
They
were
glad
Katie
Nanna
had
gone
,
for
they
had
never
liked
her
.
She
was
old
and
fat
and
smelt
of
barley-water
.
Anything
,
they
thought
,
would
be
better
than
Katie
Nanna
--
if
not
much
better
.
When
the
afternoon
began
to
die
away
behind
the
Park
,
Mrs.
Brill
and
Ellen
came
to
give
them
their
supper
and
to
bath
the
Twins
.
And
after
supper
Jane
and
Michael
sat
at
the
window
watching
for
Mr.
Banks
to
come
home
,
and
listening
to
the
sound
of
the
East
Wind
blowing
through
the
naked
branches
of
the
cherry-trees
in
the
Lane
.
The
trees
themselves
,
turning
and
bending
in
the
half
light
,
looked
as
though
they
had
gone
mad
and
were
dancing
their
roots
out
of
the
ground
.
"
There
he
is
!
"
said
Michael
,
pointing
suddenly
to
a
shape
that
banged
heavily
against
the
gate
.
Jane
peered
through
the
gathering
darkness
.
"
That
's
not
Daddy
,
"
she
said
.
"
It
's
somebody
else
.
"
Then
the
shape
,
tossed
and
bent
under
the
wind
,
lifted
the
latch
of
the
gate
,
and
they
could
see
that
it
belonged
to
a
woman
,
who
was
holding
her
hat
on
with
one
hand
and
carrying
a
bag
in
the
other
.
As
they
watched
,
Jane
and
Michael
saw
a
curious
thing
happen
.
As
soon
as
the
shape
was
inside
the
gate
the
wind
seemed
to
catch
her
up
into
the
air
and
fling
her
at
the
house
.
It
was
as
though
it
had
flung
her
first
at
the
gate
,
waited
for
her
to
open
it
,
and
then
had
lifted
and
thrown
her
,
bag
and
all
,
at
the
front
door
.
The
watching
children
heard
a
terrific
bang
,
and
as
she
landed
the
whole
house
shook
.
