Мэри Поппинс
Laughing Gas
tovisitme.Oh,Lordy,Lordy,don’tmakemelaugh,Ibegofyou—"ButalthoughJaneandMichaelhaddonenothingveryamusing,excepttostareathiminastonishment,Mr.Wiggbegantolaughagainloudly,andashelaughedhewentbouncingandbobbingaboutintheair,withthenewspaperrattlinginhishandandhisspectacleshalfonandhalfoffhisnose.
Helookedsocomic,flounderingintheairlikeagreathumanbubble,clutchingattheceilingsometimesandsometimesatthegas-bracketashepassedit,thatJaneandMichael,thoughtheyweretryinghardtobepolite,justcouldn’thelpdoingwhattheydid.Theylaughed.Andtheylaughed.Theyshuttheirmouthstighttopreventthelaughterescaping,butthatdidn’tdoanygood.Andpresentlytheywererollingoverandoveronthefloor,squealingandshriekingwithlaughter.
"Really!"saidMaryPoppins."Really,suchbehaviour!"
"Ican’thelpit,Ican’thelpit!"shriekedMichaelasherolledintothefender."It’ssoterriblyfunny.Oh,Jane,isn’titfunny?"
Janedidnotreply,foracuriousthingwashappeningtoher.Asshelaughedshefeltherselfgrowinglighterandlighter,justasthoughshewerebeingpumpedfullofair.Itwasacuriousanddeliciousfeelinganditmadeherwanttolaughallthemore.Andthensuddenly,withabouncingbound,shefeltherselfjumpingthroughtheair.Michael,tohisastonishment,sawhergosoaringupthroughtheroom.WithalittlebumpherheadtouchedtheceilingandthenshewentbouncingalongittillshereachedMr.Wigg.
"Well!"saidMr.Wigg,lookingverysurprisedindeed.
