Мэри Поппинс

           "Iwasn’tcaring,Iwasonlywondering,"correctedMichael."Doyouknow?"heenquiredofMaryPoppins,whowaswhiskingthecrumbsoffthetableindouble-quicktime.

           "Onemorequestionfromyou—andspit-spot,tobedyougo!"shesaid,andbegantotidytheNurserysobusilythatshelookedmorelikeawhirlwindinacapandapronthanahumanbeing.

           "It’snogoodaskingher.Sheknowseverything,butshenevertells,"saidJane.

           "What’sthegoodofknowingifyoudon’ttellanyone?"grumbledMichael,buthesaiditunderhisbreathsothatMaryPoppinscouldn’thear….

           JaneandMichaelcouldneverrememberhavingbeenputtobedsoquicklyastheywerethatnight.MaryPoppinsblewoutthelightveryearly,andwentawayashurriedlyasthoughallthewindsoftheworldwereblowingbehindher.

           Itseemedtothemthattheyhadbeentherenotime,however,whentheyheardalowvoicewhisperingatthedoor.

           "Hurry,JaneandMichael!"saidthevoice."Getsomethingsonandhurry!"

           Theyjumpedoutoftheirbeds,surprisedandstartled.

           "Comeon,"saidJane."Something’shappening."Andshebegantorummageforsomeclothesinthedarkness.

           "Hurry!"calledthevoiceagain.

           "Ohdear,allIcanfindismysailorhatandapairofgloves!"saidMichael,runningroundtheroompullingatdrawersandfeelingalongshelves.

           "Those’lldo.Putthemon.Itisn’tcold.Comeon."

           JaneherselfhadonlybeenabletofindalittlecoatofJohn’s,butshesqueezedherarmsintoitandopenedthedoor.Therewasnobodythere,buttheyseemedtohearsomethinghurryingawaydownthestairs.JaneandMichaelfollowed.