“Esmeralda…” She narrowed her eyes, overthinking the name for a while. “No. Never heard of her before.”
After a few moments of silence, she let out a deep breath and turned to Bert. “Now. I have to most intense craving for Miss Corry’s tea. It would be nice to sit down for a while as well, don’t you think?”
"Ah, well she only showed up fer a couple moments. ‘aven’t seen ‘er since then!"
Bert smiled as Mary went on about Miss Corry’s tea. “Mary Poppins, you always ‘ave the most splendid ideas.” He winked, as usual. He held out his arm for her to take hold of again before they set out for tea.
"B-band?" She was unfamiliar with the word, and she tired to incorporate the word with the items. "Just-just you?" she said, strangely cheerful. She was guided to the two spheres just above the drum. Her finger tapped on it and made a 'ting'.
"A’ yes. Band. It plays music." He smiled as he played a little bit of the accordion for her. "Yep. Jus’ me." He had on his silly smile as he watched her look over the instrument. "Those are cymbals. Now, ‘ow do you not know what any of this is? Where ya from?" He smiled as he turned around to face her.
“Bert, you know that is not true. You’re just as interesting as me.” Her smile was gentle. If she was being honest, she often cared more about him than anyone. “And that’s final.”
She couldn’t help but feel a tad jealous when he mentioned the Gypsy woman. To prevent him from seeing the look in her eyes, she turned her gaze to her umbrella. “oh. What’s her name?”
Bert stayed silent for a couple of moments and just stared at Mary’s eyes. She always felt the need to compliment him, it brightened him up. But in all seriousness, it was Mary who was most interesting of all. He didn’t dare refuse, however, for Mary had mentioned it was final, and when she said that, she meant it.
Bert furrowed his brow as he thought back to the meeting with the gypsy. “Ya know, I don’t think she mentioned a name. It was such a quick visit, ya see.” Then he snapped his fingers. “Aha! Now I remember. It was Esmeralda. Do ya know ‘er?”
Meg eyed the new stranger, with her hands on her hips and a tilt of her head. “Well. Hello. Somethin’ I can do for ya, stranger?”
" ‘ello, Mum." He said with a smile. "Well, I jus’ saw you standin’ ‘ere all by your lonesome so I thought to me’self that I should come say ‘ello." He smiled at the girl. "Me name’s Bert, nice to meet ya." He held out his hand for her to shake.
"Hello, Bert," she said softly and slowly, "I'm Pocahontas." Her curiosity sparks when she sees all the distinctive things that he has on him; with a quicker voice, "What's that you got there?"
" ‘ello, Poca’ontas. It’s very nice to meet ya." He said with a tip of his hat. He listened to what she was saying as as she finished he looked down at what he had. "O’! Well this ‘appens to be my band." He walked around himself so she could get a better look.
She sighed and smiled at him. "Bert, why do we always have to talk about me? I'd like to hear what you've been up to."
Bert chuckled quietly to himself at what Mary had said. He thought about it, and had thought of many things he could have said in response. “Why, because you’re much more interestin’ than I am, that’s for sure.” He turned to face Mary with a smile on his face.
"Now, let’s see ‘ere." He made a somewhat funny face as he thought of something new that had happened while Mary had been away. "I ‘appened to meet a gypsy jus’ the other day. Didn’t say much, though." He scratched the back of his neck, almost nervously. He couldn’t think of anything half as interesting as visiting Ireland.
"Oh, hello! My name is Wendy Darling. It's a pleasure to meet you." After saying those words politely, she bowed down in respect and smiled at him once she stood up.
"Why ‘ello ‘ello there! The pleasure’s all mine!" Bert smiled at the polite young lady, astonished at how pristine she was. "Me name’s ‘erbert Alfred, but you can call me Bert." He winked at the girl as he held out his hand. " ‘ow are you on this lovely evenin’?"
Her cheeks blushed deep red. "No I couldn't." She lied. "But they do seem to find it quite comfortable to wear.."
Bert let out a laugh. “Well yea’, I can see that. It’s not very restrictin’, I suppose, like pants are. See?” He pulled on his pant leg to show to Mary just how restricting they could be. “Bu’ with skirts-excuse me-kil’s, they can jus’ go all over tha place, can they?” He smiled at his friend, hoping that he had been entertaining her a bit.
"It's not that far from here." She smiled. "And yes. The men do wear kilts, but only the adult men." She blushed at the thought of Bert wearing a kilt.
"O’, that’s right!" He laughed at himself for having forgotten where Ireland was. "Could you imagine me in one of those things? I don’t even know ‘ow men could walk around in ‘em. I applaud them who can." He lightly hit his hands together in applaud.
"A very good place to start." she winked. "Oh well. let's see. My first charges were Evangeline and Tom from Ireland."
Bert’s eyes widened. “All the way in Ireland? O’, what a trip that must ‘ave been. Now, wait. Ireland, is that the place where the men all ‘ave to wear those, what do ya call ‘em…kilts?” He laughed a bit.
Bert was taking a walk through the park, singing “Chim chim-in-ey, chim chim-in-ey, Chim chim cher-ee! A sweep is as lucky, as lucky can be. Chim chim-in-ey, chim chim-in-ey, chim chim cher-oo! Good luck will rub off when I shakes ‘ands with you.” As he sang, he continuously swung around his chimney sweep.
He heard something from in the trees a bit away, so he stopped to listen. ” ‘ello, ‘ello! Don’t be shy. I won’t ‘urt cha.” He said as he dropped to his knees and hung over his sweep.
Mary raised one eyebrow. "It depends. But yes, do tell."
Bert started laughing. “Oh you’re gonna love it!” He cleared his throat. “Alrigh’, what are pre’istoric monsters called when they sleep?” He paused for a moment. “A dinosnore!” And once he revealed the answer, he burst into laughter.