Мэри Поппинс
The Day Out
Pff!Theretheywere,rightinsideit!
Howgreenitwasthereandhowquiet,andwhatsoftcrispgrassundertheirfeet!Theycouldhardlybelieveitwastrue,andyethereweregreenbrancheshuskilyrattlingontheirhatsastheybentbeneaththem,andlittlecolouredflowerscurlingroundtheirshoes.Theystaredateachother,andeachnoticedthattheotherhadchanged.ToMaryPoppinstheMatch-Manseemedtohaveboughthimselfanentirelynewsuitofclothes,forhewasnowwearingabrightgreen-and-redstripedcoatandwhiteflanneltrousersand,bestofall,anewstrawhat.Helookedunusuallyclean,asthoughhehadbeenpolished.
"Why,Bert,youlookfine!"shecriedinanadmiringvoice.
Bertcouldnotsayanythingforamoment,forhismouthhadfallenopenandhewasstaringatherwithroundeyes.Thenhegulpedandsaid:"Golly!"
Thatwasall.Buthesaiditinsuchawayandstaredsosteadilyandsodelightedlyatherthatshetookalittlemirroroutofherbagandlookedatherselfinit.
She,too,shediscovered,hadchanged.Roundhershouldershungacloakoflovelyartificialsilkwithwaterypatternsalloverit,andtheticklingfeelingatthebackofherneckcame,themirrortoldher,fromalongcurlyfeatherthatsweptdownfromthebrimofherhat.Herbestshoeshaddisappeared,andintheirplacewereothersmuchfinerandwithlargediamondbucklesshininguponthem.Shewasstillwearingthewhiteglovesandcarryingtheumbrella.
