Mirror
Mary would start the day by looking at her reflection in the mirror. Even after she had woken up, she looked practically perfect. The pillow never mussed her hair and she arose radiant, no dark lines under her eyes. How lovely she was.
While she bustled around the house, she often caught sight of herself in the various mirrors. The full-length one in the nursery, the one above the sink, and if the light caught the glass just right, the kitchen window made for excellent viewing. Of herself.
Satisfied, Mary couldn't think of anything she'd rather look at. How prim and smart she looked. How right.
With her new red hat, the one with the dove feather, she bustled around town. Feeling very important indeed. The children could complain all they wanted, she would not hurry for them.
Letting the children explore the toy shop at the corner of the street, she noticed a kaleidoscope sitting in the window. How wonderful to have several Mary Poppins displayed in her new hat. In technicolour, no less.
Smiling at her own reflection, they winked back at her. One waved. Batting away their silent compliments, she returned her own wink. What a pleasure to be Mary Poppins.