3 | Nanny Mcphee

“Good evening,” said Nanny McPhee. “You sent for help.”

One evening, the front door creaked open, though no one had knocked. In walked a woman with a knobbly walking stick, hair scraped back, and a face that seemed to change with the light. nanny mcphee 3

“This house,” she said, “has a different kind of lost key. Not for a box. For each other’s minds. Until you learn to listen—truly listen—you will not find it.” “Good evening,” said Nanny McPhee