Мэри Поппинс

           Everynowandthenshewouldlookintotheshopwindowjusttomakesurethehatwasstillthereandthatthepinkrosesonithadnotturnedintocommonflowerslikemarigolds.

           Everytimeshestoppedtomakesure,JaneandMichaelwouldsigh,buttheydidnotdaresayanythingforfearshewouldspendevenlongerlookingatherselfinthewindows,andturningthiswayandthattoseewhichattitudewasthemostbecoming.

           ButatlasttheycametoSt.Paul’sCathedral,whichwasbuiltalongtimeagobyamanwithabird’sname.

           SirChristopherWren’sCathedral

           Wrenitwas,buthewasnorelationtoJenny.ThatiswhysomanybirdslivenearSirChristopherWren’sCathedral,whichalsobelongstoSt.Paul,andthatiswhytheBirdWomanlivesthere,too.

           "Theresheis!"criedMichaelsuddenly,andhedancedonhistoeswithexcitement.

           "Don’tpoint,"saidMaryPoppins,givingalastglanceatthepinkrosesinthewindowofacarpet-shop.

           "She’ssayingit!She’ssayingit!"criedJane,holdingtighttoherselfforfearshewouldbreakintwowithdelight.

           Andshewassayingit.TheBirdWomanwasthereandshewassayingit.

           "FeedtheBirds,TuppenceaBag!FeedtheBirds,TuppenceaBag!FeedtheBirds,FeedtheBirds,TUppenceaBag,TuppenceaBag!"Overandoveragain,thesamething,inahighchantingvoicethatmadethewordsseemlikeasong.

           Andasshesaiditsheheldoutlittlebagsofbreadcrumbstothepassers-by.

           Allroundherflewthebirds,circlingandleapingandswoopingandrising.MaryPoppinsalwayscalledthem"sparrers,"because,shesaidconceitedly,allbirdswerealiketoher.