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John and Barbara's Story
"Thoughtyouhadmethattime,didn’tyou?"hejeeredandshookhiswing-feathersather.
MaryPoppinssnorted.
Thesunlightmovedonthroughtheroom,drawingitslonggoldshaftafterit.Outsidealightwindhadsprungupandwaswhisperinggentlytothecherry-treesintheLane.
"Listen,listen,thewind’stalking,"saidJohn,tiltinghisheadononeside."Doyoureallymeanwewon’tbeabletohearthatwhenwe’reolder,MaryPoppins?"
"You’llhearallright,"saidMaryPoppins,"butyouwon’tunderstand."AtthatBarbarabegantoweepgently.ThereweretearsinJohn’seyes,too."Well,itcan’tbehelped.It’showthingshappen,"saidMaryPoppinssensibly.
"Lookatthem,justlookatthem!"jeeredtheStarling."Cryingfittokillthemselves!Why,astarlingintheegg’sgotmoresense.Lookatthem!"
ForJohnandBarbarawerenowcryingpiteouslyintheircots—long-drawnsobsofdeepunhappiness.
SuddenlythedooropenedandincameMrs.Banks.
"IthoughtIheardthebabies,"shesaid.ThensherantotheTwins."Whatisit,mydarlings?Oh,myTreasures,mySweets,myLove-birds,whatisit?Whyaretheycryingso,MaryPoppins?They’vebeensoquietalltheafternoon—notasoundoutofthem.Whatcanbethematter?"
"Yes,ma’am.No,ma’am.Iexpectthey’regettingtheirteeth,ma’am,"saidMaryPoppins,deliberatelynotlookinginthedirectionoftheStarling.
"Oh,ofcourse—thatmustbeit,"saidMrs.Banksbrightly.
"Idon’twantteethiftheymakemeforgetallthethingsIlikebest,"wailedJohn,tossingaboutinhiscot.
