Мэри Поппинс

           Buttheotherbirdsswarmeduponthefood,pushingandscramblingandshouting.Atlasttherewasn’tacrumbleft,foritisnotreallypoliteforapigeonoradovetoleaveanythingontheplate.Whentheywerequitecertainthatthemealwasfinishedthebirdsrosewithonegrand,flutteringmovementandflewroundtheBirdWoman’shead,copyingintheirownlanguagethewordsshesaid.Oneofthemsatonherhatandpretendedhewasadecorationforthecrown.AndanotherofthemmistookMaryPoppins’snewhatforarosegardenandpeckedoffaflower.

           "Yousparrer!"criedMaryPoppins,andshookherumbrellaathim.Thepigeon,veryoffended,flewbacktotheBirdWomanand,topayoutMaryPoppins,stucktheroseintheribbonoftheBirdWoman’shat.

           "Yououghttobeinapie—that’swhereyououghttobe,"saidMaryPoppinstohimveryangrily.ThenshecalledtoJaneandMichael.

           "Timetogo,"shesaid,andflungapartingglanceoffuryatthepigeon.Butheonlylaughedandflickedhistailandturnedhisbackonher.

           "Good-bye,"saidMichaeltotheBirdWoman.

           "FeedtheBirds,"shereplied,smiling.

           "Good-bye,"saidJane.

           "TuppenceaBag!"saidtheBirdWomanandwavedherhand.

           Theyleftherthen,walkingoneoneithersideofMaryPoppins.

           "Whathappenswheneverybodygoesaway—likeus?"saidMichaeltoJane.

           Heknewquitewellwhathappened,butitwastheproperthingtoaskJanebecausethestorywasreallyhers.

           SoJanetoldhimandheaddedthebitsshehadforgotten.

           "Atnightwheneverybodygoestobed—"beganJane.

           "Andthestarscomeout,"addedMichael