Vessel
The world teetered a fine line between reality and, as the children called it, magic.
Magic wasn't the right word. Yet, if you were to ask Mary Poppins, she would never specify what the correct term was. Minding your own business was minding your manners. And that was that.
Numerous children experienced her magic, never once understanding the mystery behind it. What made her the way she was. That sentiment remained for her friends too. Mrs Corry, Mr Turvey and his wife Topsy, Fred Twigley, and their favourite, Uncle Albert. All mystical in their own way.
How she contained that ability, nobody knew. Nobody even thought to ask.
The question was quite simple. She did. That was an answer in itself.
Mary, herself, never felt the need to explain; for you see, she never explained anything. She lived in their world and her own. What was reality and what was magic was merely a matter of perspective.