Мэри Поппинс
Bad Tuesday
Andafterthathewenttothesuppertableandupsethisbread-and-milk.
"Andthat,"saidMaryPoppins,"istheend.SuchdeliberatenaughtinessIneversaw.InallmyborndaysIneverdid,andthat’safact.Offyougo!Straightintobedwithyouandnotanotherword!"Hehadneverseenherlooksoterrible.
Butstillhedidn’tcare.
HewentintotheNight-nurseryandundressed.No,hedidn’tcare.Hewasbad,andiftheydidn’tlookouthe’dbeworse.Hedidn’tcare.Hehatedeverybody.Iftheyweren’tcarefulhewouldrunawayandjoinacircus.There!Offwentabutton.Good—therewouldbefewertodoupinthemorning.Andanother!Allthebetter.Nothinginalltheworldcouldevermakehimfeelsorry.Hewouldgetintobedwithoutbrushinghishairorhisteeth—certainlywithoutsayinghisprayers.
Hewasjustabouttogetintobedand,indeed,hadonefootalreadyinit,whenhenoticedthecompasslyingonthetopofthechestofdrawers.
Veryslowlyhewithdrewhisfootandtip-toedacrosstheroom.Heknewnowwhathewoulddo.Hewouldtakethecompassandspinitandgoroundtheworld.Andthey’dneverfindhimagain.Anditwouldservethemright.Withoutmakingasoundheliftedachairandputitagainstthechestofdrawers.Thenheclimbeduponitandtookthecompassinhishand.
Hemovedit.
"North,South,East,West!"hesaidveryquickly,incaseanybodyshouldcomeinbeforehegotwellaway.
Anoisebehindthechairstartledhimandheturnedroundguiltily,expectingtoseeMaryPoppins.
