Мэри Поппинс
Mrs. Corry
Butsheglancedatthewindowasshewentsothatshecouldseehowhernewshoeslookedreflectedinit.Theywerebrightbrownkidwithtwobuttons,verysmart.
JaneandMichaeltrailedafterher,wonderingwhenshewouldhavecometotheendofhershopping-listbut,becauseofthelookonherface,notdaringtoaskher.
MaryPoppinsgazedupanddownthestreetasifdeepinthought,andthen,suddenlymakinguphermind,shesnapped:
"Fishmonger!"andturnedtheperambulatorinattheshopnexttotheButcher’s.
"OneDoverSole,poundandahalfofHalibut,pintofPrawnsandaLobster,"saidMaryPoppins,talkingsoquicklythatonlysomebodyusedtotakingsuchorderscouldpossiblyhaveunderstoodher.
TheFishmonger,unliketheButcher,wasalongthinman,sothinthatheseemedtohavenofronttohimbutonlytwosides.Andhelookedsosadthatyoufelthehadeitherjustbeenweepingorwasjustgoingto.Janesaidthatthiswasduetosomesecretsorrowthathadhauntedhimsincehisyouth,andMichaelthoughtthattheFishmonger’sMothermusthavefedhimentirelyonbreadandwaterwhenhewasababy,andthathehadneverforgottenit.
"Anythingelse?"saidtheFishmongerhopelessly,inavoicethatsuggestedhewasquitesuretherewouldn’tbe.
"Nottoday,"saidMaryPoppins.
TheFishmongershookhisheadsadlyanddidnotlookatallsurprised.Hehadknownallalongtherewouldbenothingelse.
Sniffinggently,hetieduptheparcelanddroppeditintotheperambulator.
"Badweather,"heobserved,wipinghiseyewithhishand.
