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John and Barbara's Story
Thenheshruggedhisspeckledshoulders.
"Oh,well—Iknewitwould.Alwaystold’emso.Buttheywouldn’tbelieveit."Heremainedsilentforalittlewhile,staringintothecots.Thenheshookhimselfvigorously.
"Well,well.Imustbeoff.Backtomychimney.Itwillneedaspring-cleaning,I’llbebound."Heflewontothewindow-sillandpaused,lookingbackoverhisshoulder.
"It’llseemfunnywithoutthem,though.Alwayslikedtalkingtothem—soIdid.Ishallmissthem."
Hebrushedhiswingquicklyacrosshiseyes.
"Crying?"jeeredMaryPoppins.TheStarlingdrewhimselfup.
"Crying?Certainlynot.Ihave—er—aslightcold,caughtonmyreturnjourney—that’sall.Yes,aslightcold.Nothingserious."Hedarteduptothewindowpane,brusheddownhisbreast-featherswithhisbeakandthen,"Cheerio!"hesaidperkily,andspreadhiswingsandwasgone….
