Мэри Поппинс
East Wind
Andsheproceededtounwindhermufflerfromherneckandtotakeoffherhat,whichshehungononeofthebedposts.
AsitdidnotseemasthoughMaryPoppinsweregoingtosayanymore—thoughshesniffedagreatdeal—Jane,too,remainedsilent.Butwhenshebentdowntoundoherbag,Michaelcouldnotrestrainhimself.
"Whatafunnybag!"hesaid,pinchingitwithhisfingers.
"Carpet,"saidMaryPoppins,puttingherkeyinthelock.
"Tocarrycarpetsin,youmean?"
"No.Madeof."
"Oh,"saidMichael."Isee."Buthedidn’t—quite.
Bythistimethebagwasopen,andJaneandMichaelweremorethansurprisedtofinditwascompletelyempty.
"Why,"saidJane,"there’snothinginit!"
"Whatdoyoumean—nothing?"demandedMaryPoppins,drawingherselfupandlookingasthoughshehadbeeninsulted."Nothinginit,didyousay?"
Andwiththatshetookoutfromtheemptybagastarchedwhiteapronandtieditroundherwaist.NextsheunpackedalargecakeofSunlightSoap,atoothbrush,apacketofhairpins,abottleofscent,asmallfoldingarmchairandaboxofthroatlozenges.
JaneandMichaelstared.
"ButIsaw,"whisperedMichael."Itwasempty."
"Hush!"saidJane,asMaryPoppinstookoutalargebottlelabelled"OneTea-SpoontobeTakenatBed-Time."
Aspoonwasattachedtotheneckofthebottle,andintothisMaryPoppinspouredadarkcrimsonfluid.
"Isthatyourmedicine?"enquiredMichael,lookingveryinterested.
"No,yours,"saidMaryPoppins,holdingoutthespoontohim.Michaelstared.Hewrinkleduphisnose.Hebegantoprotest.
"Idon’twantit.Idon’tneedit.
