(cane cracking, music begins playing)

Oh, Nanny McPhee, I'm so nervous.

Deep breaths.

I don't look much like a bride, do I?

You will.

(magical breeze fizzes and tinkles)

How's the reading coming along?

It's much better. But I still haven't got to the end of the story.

No need. You are the end of the story.

(the rattle reappears in one piece and falls on Aggie's lap) (narrating)

There is something you should understand about the way I work. When you need me, but do not want me, then I must stay. When you want me, but no longer need me, then I have to go.