Мэри Поппинс
Christmas Shopping
Theywerejustabouttospintheglassdoorandgoout,whentheysawcomingtowardsitfromthepavementtherunning,flickeringfigureofachild.
"Look!"saidJaneandMichaelbothtogether.
"Mygracious,goodness,gloryme!"exclaimedMaryPoppins,andstoodstill.
Andwellshemight,forthechildhadpracticallynoclotheson,onlyalightwispystripofbluestuffthatlookedasthoughshehadtornitfromtheskytowraproundhernakedbody.
Itwasevidentthatshedidnotknowmuchaboutspinningdoors,forshewentroundandroundinsideit,pushingitsothatitshouldspinfasterandlaughingasitcaughtherandsentherwhirlingroundandround.Thensuddenly,withaquicklittlemovementshefreedherself,sprangawayfromitandlandedinsidetheshop.
Shepausedontip-toe,turningherheadthiswayandthatasthoughshewerelookingforsomeone.Then,withastartofpleasure,shecaughtsightofJaneandMichaelandMaryPoppinsastheystood,half-hiddenbehindanenormousfir-tree,andrantowardsthemjoyously.
"Ah,thereyouare!Thankyouforwaiting.I’mafraidI’malittlelate,"saidthechild,stretchingoutherbrightarmstoJaneandMichael."Now,"shecockedherheadononeside,"aren’tyougladtoseeme?Sayyes,sayyes!"
"Yes,"saidJanesmiling,fornobody,shefelt,couldhelpbeinggladtoseeanyonesobrightandhappy."Butwhoareyou?"sheenquiredcuriously.
"Whatisyourname?"saidMichael,gazingather.
"WhoamI?Whatismyname?Don’tsayyoudon’tknowme?Oh,surely,surely—"Thechildseemedverysurprisedandalittledisappointed.
