Disclaimer: I don't own Mary Poppins and this is my first story. :-) Reviews are appreciated.

"Mary Poppins?" Jane Banks asked, her little legs swinging against the side of the bed as she faced the nanny knitting in the rocking chair.

"Yes Jane?" Mary Poppins inquired, glancing up from her needlework to look at the girl.

"Do you fancy Bert?" She blurted out, refusing to make eye contact with her nanny, instead staring at her shoes.

"Practically perfect people never permit sentiment to muddle their thinking Jane." The woman chided gently, setting her needlework aside.

"Now, what gave you that idea?"

"I-I don't know." Jane mumbled, picking at loose threads in her comforter.

"Mumbling is very unbecoming Jane, do speak up."

"You just are so happy around each other, and I saw the way you looked at each other in the park." The girl returned her gaze to her nanny, who had a small amused smile on her face.

"Jane, we're dear friends, best friends that's all we'll ever be." Mary said, almost bitterly, standing up and dusting her skirt.

"But Mary Poppins-" Jane cried indignantly, following Mary to the coat closet in the front of the nursery.

"Goats butt, birds fly, and children who don't listen to their nannies don't get to go to Mrs. Corry's for gingerbread. Into your coat now, spit spot."

Jane sighed, and did as she was told, still firmly holding onto the belief that her nanny and Bert were in love. They had to be.

Mary made sure to check on a fitfully sleeping Michael before they left, gingerbread would do the ill boy a world of good.