Мэри Поппинс
Mrs. Corry
"Ifitwasn’tFriday,"shesaiddarklytoMichael,"you’dgohomeinatwink—anabsoluteTwink!"
Shemovedonwards,pushingJohnandBarbara.JaneandMichaelknewthatshehadrelented,andfollowedwonderingwhataTwinkwas.SuddenlyJanenoticedthattheyweregoinginthewrongdirection.
"But,MaryPoppins,Ithoughtyousaidgingerbread—thisisn’tthewaytoGreen,BrownandJohnson’s,wherewealwaysgetit—"shebegan,andstoppedbecauseofMaryPoppins’sface.
"AmIdoingtheshoppingorareyou?"MaryPoppinsenquired.
"You,"saidJane,inaverysmallvoice.
"Oh,really?Ithoughtitwastheotherwayround,"saidMaryPoppinswithascornfullaugh.
ShegavetheperambulatoralittletwistwithherhandanditturnedacorneranddrewupsuddenlyJaneandMichael,stoppingabruptlybehindit,foundthemselvesoutsidethemostcuriousshoptheyhadeverseen.Itwasverysmallandverydingy.Fadedloopsofcolouredpaperhunginthewindows,andontheshelveswereshabbylittleboxesofSherbet,oldLiquoriceSticks,andverywithered,veryhardApples-on-a-stick.Therewasasmalldarkdoorwaybetweenthewindows,andthroughthisMaryPoppinspropelledtheperambulatorwhileJaneandMichaelfollowedatherheels.
Insidetheshoptheycoulddimlyseetheglass-toppedcounterthatranroundthreesidesofit.Andinacaseundertheglasswererowsandrowsofdark,drygingerbread,eachslabsostuddedwithgiltstarsthattheshopitselfseemedtobefaintlylitbythem.
