Мэри Поппинс
Laughing Gas
Shethoughtitwassuchalovelysightthatshewishedtherehadbeenadozenofheroreventhirty.ThemoreMaryPoppinsthebetter.
"Comealong,"shesaidsternly,asthoughtheyhadkeptherwaiting.ThentheyturnedthecornerandpulledthebellofNumberThree,RobertsonRoad.JaneandMichaelcouldhearitfaintlyechoingfromalongwayawayandtheyknewthatinoneminute,ortwoatthemost,theywouldbehavingteawithMaryPoppins’suncle,Mr.Wigg,forthefirsttimeever.
"Ifhe’sin,ofcourse,"JanesaidtoMichaelinawhisper.
Atthatmomentthedoorflewopenandathin,watery-lookingladyappeared.
"Ishein?"saidMichaelquickly.
"I’llthankyou,"saidMaryPoppins,givinghimaterribleglance,"toletmedothetalking."
"Howdoyoudo,Mrs.Wigg,"saidJanepolitely.
"Mrs.Wigg!"saidthethinlady,inavoiceeventhinnerthanherself."HowdareyoucallmeMrs.Wigg!No,thankyou!I’mplainMissPersimmonandproudofit.Mrs.Wiggindeed!"Sheseemedtobequiteupset,andtheythoughtMr.WiggmustbeaveryoddpersonifMissPersimmonwassogladnottobeMrs.Wigg.
"Straightupandfirstdooronthelanding,"saidMissPersimmon,andshewenthurryingawaydownthepassagesaying:"Mrs.Wiggindeed!"toherselfinahigh,thin,outragedvoice.
JaneandMichaelfollowedMaryPoppinsupstairs.MaryPoppinsknockedatthedoor.
"Comein!Comein!Andwelcome!"calledaloud,cheeryvoicefrominside.Jane’sheartwaspitter-patteringwithexcitement.
"Heisin!"shesignalledtoMichaelwithalook.
MaryPoppinsopenedthedoorandpushedtheminfrontofher.
