Мэри Поппинс
Laughing Gas
Imustseeadoctor—"
Whenshetouchedthefloorsheranhurriedlyoutoftheroom,wringingherhands,andnotgivingasingleglancebackwards.
"Soundignified!"theyheardhermoaningassheshutthedoorbehindher.
"Hernamecan’tbeAmyPersimmon,becauseshedidn’tstayonherownfeet!"whisperedJanetoMichael.
ButMr.WiggwaslookingatMaryPoppins—acuriouslook,half-amused,half-accusing.
"Mary,Mary,youshouldn’t—blessmysoul,youshouldn’t,Mary.Thepooroldbodywillnevergetoverit.But,oh,myGoodness,didn’tshelookfunnywaddlingthroughtheair—myGraciousGoodness,butdidn’tshe?"
AndheandJaneandMichaelwereoffagain,rollingabouttheair,clutchingtheirsidesandgaspingwithlaughteratthethoughtofhowfunnyMissPersimmonhadlooked.
"Ohdear!"saidMichael."Don’tmakemelaughanymore.Ican’tstandit!Ishallbreak!"
"Oh,oh,oh!"criedJane,asshegaspedforbreath,withherhandoverherheart.
"Oh,myGracious,Glorious,GalumphingGoodness!"roaredMr.Wigg,dabbinghiseyeswiththetailofhiscoatbecausehecouldn’tfindhishandkerchief.
"ITISTIMETOGOHOME."MaryPoppins’svoicesoundedabovetheroarsoflaughterlikeatrumpet.
Andsuddenly,witharush,JaneandMichaelandMr.Wiggcamedown.Theylandedonthefloorwithahugebump,alltogether.Thethoughtthattheywouldhavetogohomewasthefirstsadthoughtoftheafternoon,andthemomentitwasintheirmindstheLaughingGaswentoutofthem.
JaneandMichaelsighedastheywatchedMaryPoppinscomeslowlydowntheair,carryingJane’scoatandhat.
Mr.
