Мэри Поппинс
Mrs. Corry
Fromwheretheystood,hiddenbythecurtain,JaneandMichaelcoulddistinctlyheartheirvoices.
"She’slate!"Mrs.Corrywassayingcrosslyandanxiously.
"Perhaps,"MissFanniebegantimidly,settlingtheladdersmorefirmlyonhershoulder,"oneofthechildrenisillandshecouldn’t—"
"Getawayintime,"saidMissAnnie,nervouslycompletinghersister’ssentence.
"Silence!"saidMrs.Corryfiercely,andJaneandMichaeldistinctlyheardherwhispersomethingabout"greatgalumphinggiraffes,"andtheyknewshewasreferringtoherunfortunatedaughters.
"Hist!"saidMrs.Corrysuddenly,listeningwithherheadononeside,likeasmallbird.
Therewasthesoundofthefrontdoorbeingquietlyopenedandshutagain,andthecreakoffootstepsonthepath.Mrs.CorrysmiledandwavedherhandasMaryPoppinscametomeetthem,carryingamarketbasketonherarm,andinthebasketwassomethingthatseemedtogiveoutafaint,mysteriouslight.
"Comealong,comealong,wemusthurry!Wehaven’tmuchtime,"saidMrs.Corry,takingMaryPoppinsbythearm."Looklively,youtwo!"Andshemovedoff,followedbyMissFannieandMissAnnie,whowereobviouslytryingtolookaslivelyaspossiblebutnotsucceedingverywell.TheytrampedheavilyaftertheirMotherandMaryPoppins,bendingundertheirloads.
JaneandMichaelsawallfourofthemgodownCherry-TreeLane,andthentheyturnedalittletotheleftandwentupthehill.Whentheygottothetopofthehill,wheretherewerenohousesbutonlygrassandclover,theystopped.
