Мэри Поппинс
Bad Tuesday
I’mwellerthanyou,"saidMichaelrudely.
"Thenyou’resimplynaughty,"saidhisMother."Andyoushallbepunished."
And,sureenough,fiveminuteslater,Michaelfoundhimselfstandinginhisstainedclothesinacornerofthenursery,facingthewall.
JanetriedtospeaktohimwhenMaryPoppinswasnotlooking,buthewouldnotanswer,andputouthistongueather.WhenJohnandBarbaracrawledalongthefloorandeachtookholdofoneofhisshoesandgurgled,hejustpushedthemroughlyaway.Andallthetimehewasenjoyinghisbadness,huggingittohimasthoughitwereafriend,andnotcaringabit.
"Ihatebeinggood,"hesaidaloudtohimself,ashetrailedafterMaryPoppinsandJaneandtheperambulatorontheafternoonwalktothePark.
"Don’tdawdle,"saidMaryPoppins,lookingbackathim.
Buthewentondawdlinganddraggingthesidesofhisshoesalongthepavementinordertoscratchtheleather.
SuddenlyMaryPoppinsturnedandfacedhim,onehandonthehandleoftheperambulator.
"You,"shebegan,"gotoutofbedthewrongsidethismorning."
"Ididn’t,"saidMichael."Thereisnowrongsidetomybed."
"Everybedhasarightandawrongside,"saidMaryPoppins,primly.
"Notmine—it’snextthewall."
"Thatmakesnodifference.It’sstillaside,"scoffedMaryPoppins.
"Well,isthewrongsidetheleftsideoristhewrongsidetherightside?BecauseIgotoutontherightside,sohowcanitbewrong?"
"Bothsideswerethewrongside,thismorning,Mr.Smarty!"
"Butithasonlyone,andifIgotouttherightside—"heargued.
