Мэри Поппинс
Miss Lark's Andrew
"Andwhat’smore,he’llgoandlivewithhisfriendunlesshisfriendisallowedtocomeandlivewithhim."
"Oh,Andrew,youcan’t—youcan’t,really—afterallI’vedoneforyouandeverything!"MissLarkwasnearlyweeping.
Andrewbarkedandturnedaway.Theotherdoggotup.
"Oh,hedoesmeanit!"criedMissLark."Iseehedoes.Heisgoingaway."Shesobbedamomentintoherhandkerchief,thensheblewhernoseandsaid:
"Verywell,then,Andrew.Igivein.This—thiscommondogcanstay.Oncondition,ofcourse,thathesleepsinthecoal-cellar."
AnotheryapfromAndrew.
"Heinsists,ma’am,thatthatwon’tdo.Hisfriendmusthaveasilkcushionjustlikehisandsleepinyourroomtoo.Otherwisehewillgoandsleepinthecoal-cellarwithhisfriend,"saidMaryPoppins.
"Andrew,howcouldyou?"moanedMissLark."Ishallneverconsenttosuchathing."
Andrewlookedasthoughhewerepreparingtodepart.Sodidtheotherdog.
"Oh,he’sleavingme!"shriekedMissLark."Verywell,then,Andrew.Itwillbeasyouwish.Heshallsleepinmyroom.ButIshallneverbethesameagain,never,never.Suchacommondog!"
Shewipedherstreamingeyesandwenton:
"Ishouldneverhavethoughtitofyou,Andrew.ButI’llsaynomore,nomatterwhatIthink.Andthis—er—creature—IshallcallWaiforStrayor—"
AtthattheotherdoglookedatMissLarkveryindignantly,andAndrewbarkedloudly.
"TheysayyoumustcallhimWilloughbyandnothingelse,"saidMaryPoppins."Willoughbybeinghisname."
"Willoughby!Whataname!Worseandworse!"saidMissLarkdespairingly
