Мэри Поппинс

           Suddenly,asshewent,theybothfelttheymustrunafterher,butsomethingseemedtostopthem.Theyremainedquiet,withtheirelbowsonthetablewaitingforhertocomeback.Eachwastryingtoreassuretheotherwithoutsayinganything.

           "Howsillyweare,"saidJanepresently."Everything’sallright."ButsheknewthatshesaiditmoretocomfortMichaelthanbecauseshethoughtitwastrue.

           TheNurseryclocktickedloudlyfromthemantelpiece.Thefireflickeredandcrackledandslowlydieddown.Theystillsatthereatthetable,waiting.

           AtlastMichaelsaiduneasily:"She’sbeengoneaverylongtime,hasn’tshe?"

           Thewindwhistledandcriedaboutthehouseasifinreply.Theclockwentontickingitssolemndoublenote.

           Suddenlythesilencewasbrokenbythesoundofthefrontdoorshuttingwithaloudbang.

           "Michael!"saidJane,startingup.

           "Jane!"saidMichael,withawhite,anxiouslookonhisface.

           Theylistened.Thentheyranquicklytothewindowandlookedout.

           Downbelow,justoutsidethefrontdoor,stoodMaryPoppins,dressedinhercoatandhat,withhercarpetbaginonehandandherumbrellaintheother.Thewindwasblowingwildlyabouther,tuggingatherskirt,tiltingherhatrakishlytooneside.ButitseemedtoJaneandMichaelthatshedidnotmind,forshesmiledasthoughsheandthewindunderstoodeachother.

           Shepausedforamomentonthestepandglancedbacktowardsthefrontdoor.Thenwithaquickmovementsheopenedtheumbrella,thoughitwasnotraining,andthrustitoverherhead.