Мэри Поппинс
West Wind
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AndwiththathepickeduphisbagandhisbowlerhatandhurriedawaytotheCity.
"Didyouhearwhathesaid?"MichaelgrabbedJane’sarm.
Shenodded."Thewind’sintheWest,"shesaidslowly.
Neitherofthemsaidanymore,buttherewasathoughtineachoftheirmindsthattheywishedwasnotthere.
Theyforgotitsoon,however,foreverythingseemedtobeasitalwayswas,andtheSpringsunlightlitupthehousesobeautifullythatnobodyremembereditneededacoatofpaintandnewwall-papers.Onthecontrary,theyallfoundthemselvesthinkingthatitwasthebesthouseinCherry-TreeLane.
Buttroublebeganafterluncheon.
JanehadgonedowntodiginthegardenwithRobertsonAy.Shehadjustsownarowofradish-seedwhensheheardagreatcommotionintheNurseryandthesoundofhurryingfootstepsonthestairs.PresentlyMichaelappeared,veryredinthefaceandpantingloudly.
"Look,Jane,look!"hecried,andheldouthishand.WithinitlayMaryPoppins’scompass,withthediscfranticallyswingingroundthearrowasittrembledinMichael’sshakinghand.
"Thecompass?"saidJane,andlookedathimquestioningly.
Michaelsuddenlyburstintotears.
"Shegaveittome,"hewept."ShesaidIcouldhaveitallformyselfnow.Oh,oh,theremustbesomethingwrong!Whatisgoingtohappen?Shehasnevergivenmeanythingbefore."
"Perhapsshewasonlybeingnice,"saidJanetosoothehim,butinherheartshefeltasdisturbedasMichaelwas.SheknewverywellthatMaryPoppinsneverwastedtimeinbeingnice.
Andyet,strangetosay,duringthatafternoonMaryPoppinsneversaidacrossword.
