Мэри Поппинс
Mrs. Corry
"Mineareallundermyhandkerchiefsinthetopleft-handdrawerand—"
"Mineareinashoe-boxonthebottomshelfofthewardrobe,"saidMichael.
"Topleft-handdrawerandshoe-boxinthewardrobe,"saidMrs.Corrythoughtfully,asthoughshewerecommittingthewordstomemory.ThenshegaveMaryPoppinsalonglookandnoddedherheadslightly.MaryPoppinsnoddedslightlyinreturn.Itseemedasifsomesecrethadpassedbetweenthem.
"Well,"saidMrs.Corrybrightly,"thatisveryinteresting.Youdon’tknowhowgladIamtoknowyoukeepyourstars.Ishallrememberthat.Yousee,Iremembereverything—evenwhatGuyFawkeshadfordinnereverysecondSunday.Andnow,good-bye.Comeagainsoon.Comeagainso-o-o-o-n!"
Mrs.Corry’svoiceseemedtobegrowingfainterandfadingaway,andpresently,withoutbeingquiteawareofwhathadhappened,JaneandMichaelfoundthemselvesonthepavement,walkingbehindMaryPoppins,whowasagainexaminingherlist.
Theyturnedandlookedbehindthem.
"Why,Jane,"saidMichaelwithsurprise,"it’snotthere!"
"SoIsee,"saidJane,staringandstaring.
Andtheywereright.Theshopwasnotthere.Ithadentirelydisappeared.
"Howodd!"saidJane.
"Isn’tit?"saidMichael."ButtheGingerbreadisverygood."
AndtheyweresobusybitingtheirGingerbreadintodifferentshapes—aman,aflower,ateapot—thattheyquiteforgothowveryodditwas.
Theyremembereditagainatnight,however,whenthelightswereoutandtheywerebothsupposedtobesoundasleep.
"Jane,Jane!"whisperedMichael.
