Мэри Поппинс
The Day Out
"It’sawonderfulpictureyou’vedrawnthistime,Bert,"saidMaryPoppins,puttingherhandthroughtheMatch-Man’sarmanddrawinghercloakabouther.
"Well,Ididmybest,Mary,"saidtheMatch-Manmodestly.Butyoucouldseehewasreallyverypleasedwithhimselfindeed.
JustthentheWaiterstoppedinfrontofthem,besidealargewhitedoorwaythatlookedasthoughitweremadeofthickchalklines.
"Hereyouare!"hesaid."ThisistheWayOut."
"Good-bye,andthankyou,"saidMaryPoppins,shakinghishand.
"Moddom,good-bye!"saidtheWaiter,bowingsolowthathisheadknockedagainsthisknees.
HenoddedtotheMatch-Man,whocockedhisheadononesideandclosedoneeyeattheWaiter,whichwashiswayofbiddinghimfarewell.ThenMaryPoppinssteppedthroughthewhitedoorwayandtheMatch-Manfollowedher.
Andastheywent,thefeatherdroppedfromherhatandthesilkcloakfromhershouldersandthediamondsfromhershoes.ThebrightclothesoftheMatch-Manfaded,andhisstrawhatturnedintohisoldraggedcapagain.MaryPoppinsturnedandlookedathim,andsheknewatoncewhathadhappened.Standingonthepavementshegazedathimforalongminute,andthenherglanceexploredthewoodbehindhimfortheWaiter.ButtheWaiterwasnowheretobeseen.Therewasnobodyinthepicture.Nothingmovedthere.EventheMerry-go-Roundhaddisappeared.Onlythestilltreesandthegrassandtheunmovinglittlepatchofsearemained.
ButMaryPoppinsandtheMatch-Mansmiledatoneanother.Theyknew,yousee,whatlaybehindthetrees…
