H

is for Herbert, the Matchman. He Huddles on the pavement, drawing Hundreds of pictures.

Today He Has made a Ham sandwich, a Hurdy-gurdy, and a bunch of Heather.

“How Handsome you look.” He says Humbly, as Mary Poppins Hails Him, and He snatches up the bunch of Heather and puts it into Her Hand.

Jane and Michael can Hardly believe it.

“It isn’t me; it’s Her.” says Herbert. “Strange things Happen when she’s Here. Have a Ham sandwich if you’re Hungry. It won’t Hurt you; it’s real.”

They take a Huge bite. It is Ham. indeed.

Then the Hurdy-gurdy begins to play.

“Heave Ho, my Hearties,” cries Admiral Boom. Heavily dancing the sailor’s Hornpipe.

Heel and toe. Hopping like Hares, they Hurtle after Him. Oh. what a Happy Holiday!

Then, suddenly, Mary Poppins says “Home!” and everything comes to a Halt.

How Horrid to Have to Hurry away. Never mind. Perhaps there will be Honey for tea. (But T is not for Honey.)