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John and Barbara's Story
"NeitherdoI,"weptBarbara,buryingherfaceinherpillow.
"Mypoorones,mypets—itwillbeallrightwhenthenaughtyoldteethcomethrough,"saidMrs.Bankssoothingly,goingfromonecottoanother.
"Youdon’tunderstand!"roaredJohnfuriously."Idon’twantteeth."
"Itwon’tbeallright,itwillbeallwrong]"wailedBarbaratoherpillow.
"Yes—yes.There—there.Motherknows—Motherunderstands.Itwillbeallrightwhentheteethcomethrough,"croonedMrs.Bankstenderly.
Afaintnoisecamefromthewindow.ItwastheStarlinghurriedlyswallowingalaugh.MaryPoppinsgavehimonelook.Thatsoberedhim,andhecontinuedtoregardthescenewithoutthehintofasmile.
Mrs.Bankswaspattingherchildrengently,firstoneandthentheother,andmurmuringwordsthatweremeanttobereassuring.SuddenlyJohnstoppedcrying.Hehadverygoodmanners,andhewasfondofhisMotherandrememberedwhatwasduetoher.Itwasnotherfault,poorwoman,thatshealwayssaidthewrongthing.Itwasjust,hereflected,thatshedidnotunderstand.So,toshowthatheforgaveher,heturnedoveronhisback,andverydolefully,sniffingbackhistears,hepickeduphisrightfootinbothhandsandranhistoesalonghisopenmouth.
"CleverOne,oh,CleverOne,"saidhisMotheradmiringly.Hediditagainandshewasverypleased.
ThenBarbara,nottobeoutdoneincourtesy,cameoutofherpillowandwithhertearsstillwetonherface,satupandpluckedoffbothhersocks.
"WonderfulGirl,"saidMrs.Banksproudly,andkissedher.
"There,yousee,MaryPoppins!They’requitegoodagain.
