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Mrs. Corry
ShesmiledandbeckonedsosweetlytoJaneandMichaelthattheywereashamedofhavingbeenfrightenedofher,andfeltthatshemustbeveryniceafterall."Won’tyoucomeandtakeyourpick,mylambs?It’saspecialrecipetoday—oneIgotfromAlfredtheGreat.Hewasaverygoodcook,Iremember,thoughhedidonceburnthecakes.Howmany?"
JaneandMichaellookedatMaryPoppins.
"Foureach,"shesaid."That’stwelve.Onedozen."
"I’llmakeitaBaker’sDozen—takethirteen,"saidMrs.Corrycheerfully.
SoJaneandMichaelchosethirteenslabsofgingerbread,eachwithitsgiltpaperstar.Theirarmswerepiledupwiththedeliciousdarkcakes.Michaelcouldnotresistnibblingacornerofoneofthem.
"Good?"squeakedMrs.Corry,andwhenhenoddedshepickedupherskirtsanddidafewstepsoftheHighlandFlingforpurepleasure.
"Hooray,hooray,splendid,hooray!"shecriedinhershrilllittlevoice.Thenshecametoastandstillandherfacegrewserious.
"Butremember—I’mnotgivingthemaway.Imustbepaid.Thepriceisthreepenceforeachofyou."
MaryPoppinsopenedherpurseandtookoutthreethreepenny-bits.ShegaveoneeachtoJaneandMichael.
"Now,"saidMrs.Corry."Stick’emonmycoat!That’swheretheyallgo."
Theylookedcloselyatherlongblackcoat.Andsureenoughtheyfounditwasstuddedwiththreepenny-bitsasaCoster’scoatiswithpearlbuttons.
"Comealong.Stick’emon!"repeatedMrs.Corry,rubbingherhandswithpleasantexpectation."You’llfindtheywon’tdropoff.
