Мэри Поппинс

           "Yes,andeveniftheydon’t—allthebirdscomedownfromthetopofSt.Paul’sandrunverycarefullyalloverthegroundjusttoseetherearenocrumbsleft,andtotidyitupforthemorning.Andwhentheyhavedonethat—"

           "You’veforgottenthebaths."

           "Oh,yes—theybaththemselvesandcombtheirwingswiththeirclaws.AndwhentheyhavedonethattheyflythreetimesroundtheheadoftheBirdWomanandthentheysettle."

           "Dotheysitonhershoulders?"

           "Yes,andonherhat."

           "Andonherbasketwiththebagsinit?"

           "Yes,andsomeonherknee.Thenshesmoothsdownthehead-feathersofeachoneinturnandtellsittobeagoodbird—"

           "Inthebirdlanguage?"

           "Yes.Andwhentheyareallsleepyanddon’twanttostayawakeanylonger,shespreadsoutherskirts,asamotherhenspreadsoutherwings,andthebirdsgocreep,creep,creepingunderneath.Andassoonasthelastoneisundershesettlesdownoverthem,makinglittlebrooding,nestingnoisesandtheysleeptheretillthemorning."

           MichaelsighedhappilyHelovedthestoryandwasnevertiredofhearingit.

           "Andit’sallquitetrue,isn’tit?"hesaid,justashealwaysdid.

           "No,"saidMaryPoppins,whoalwayssaid"No."

           "Yes,"saidJane,whoalwayskneweverything….