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The next moment the table began to jump on its legs. Suddenly with all the cups and plates, it flew up and stopped next to them.
"Good girl!" said Mr. Wigg. "It is my birthday, so we will begin with the Cake!"
Then they heard a quick knock at the door. The door opened, and there stood Miss Persimmon.
"I thought, Mr. Wigg," she began, looking around the room, "you want some more hot water... Well, I never!" She saw them sitting on the air round the table. "Mr. Wigg, I know you are a little special. But to have tea in the air! For a gentleman of your age!"
"But perhaps you will, Miss Persimmon!" said Michael.
"Will what?" said Miss Persimmon.
"Catch the Laughing Gas, as we did," said Michael.
"I hope, young man," she said, "I'll stay on my feet, oh dear - what is the matter? I can't walk, I'm going, I - oh, help, HELP!"
Miss Persimmon flew up and came to the table with the jug of hot water. Then she turned and went down again.
"I must see a doctor. I must see a doctor," she said again and again and ran away from the room.
"IT IS TIME TO GO HOME," Mary Poppins said seriously. Suddenly Jane and Michael and Mr. Wigg came down. That thought was the first sad thought of the afternoon!
"What a pity!" Mr. Wigg said. "It's very sad that you must go home."
They came back home by bus. Jane and Michael were very quiet all the way. Then Michael said to Mary Poppins:
"How often does your Uncle get like that?"
"Like what?" said Mary Poppins sharply.
"Laughing and going up in the air."
"Up in the air?" Mary Poppins' voice was angry. "What an idea! He is not a balloon!"
"But he did!" said Michael. "We saw him." "What? My Uncle is a gentleman!" Michael and Jane said nothing. "Is it true or isn't it? About Mr. Wigg. Is Mary Poppins right or are we?" they thought.