Мэри Поппинс
Laughing Gas
"It’snogood,"hesaid,blowinghisnose."Igiveitup.AndmyyoungfriendshereseemtobenobetteratsadnessthanIam.Mary,can’tyoudosomething?Wewantourtea."
TothisdayJaneandMichaelcannotbesureofwhathappenedthen.Alltheyknowforcertainisthat,assoonasMr.WigghadappealedtoMaryPoppins,thetablebelowbegantowriggleonitslegs.Presentlyitwasswayingdangerously,andthenwitharattleofchinaandwithcakeslurchingofftheirplatesontothecloth,thetablecamesoaringthroughtheroom,gaveonegracefulturn,andlandedbesidethemsothatMr.Wiggwasatitshead.
"Goodgirl!"saidMr.Wigg,smilingproudlyuponher."Iknewyou’dfixsomething.Now,willyoutakethefootofthetableandpourout,Mary?Andtheguestsoneithersideofme.That’stheidea,"hesaid,asMichaelranbobbingthroughtheairandsatdownonMr.Wigg’sright.Janewasathislefthand.Theretheywere,alltogether,upintheairandthetablebetweenthem.Notasinglepieceofbread-and-butteroralumpofsugarhadbeenleftbehind.
Mr.Wiggsmiledcontentedly.
"Itisusual,Ithink,tobeginwithbread-and-butter,"hesaidtoJaneandMichael,"butasit’smybirthdaywewillbeginthewrongway—whichIalwaysthinkistherightway—withtheCake!"
Andhecutalargesliceforeverybody.
"Moretea?"hesaidtoJane.Butbeforeshehadtimetoreplytherewasaquick,sharpknockatthedoor.
"Comein!"calledMr.Wigg.
Thedooropened,andtherestoodMissPersimmonwithajugofhotwateronatray.
Theretheywere,alltogether,upintheair
"Ithought,Mr.
