oh
DEAR
—what
is
the matter? I can't walk, I'm going, I — oh, help,
HELP!
"
For Miss Persimmon, quite against her will, was off the ground and was stumbling through the air, rolling from side to side like a very thin barrel, balancing the tray in her hand. She was almost weeping with distress as she arrived at the table and put down her) jug of hot water, i "Thank you," said Mary Poppins in a calm, very polite voice. Then Miss Persimmon turned and went wafting down again, murmuring as she went: "So undignified — and me a well-behaved, steady-going woman. I must see a doctor—"
When she touched the floor she ran hurriedly out of the room, wringing her hands, and not giving a single glance backwards.
"So undignified!" they heard her moaning as she shut the door behind her.
"Her name can't be Amy Persimmon, because she
didn't
stay on her own feet!" whispered Jane to Michael.
But Mr. Wigg was looking at Mary Poppins — a curious look, half-amused, half-accusing.
"Mary, Mary, you shouldn't — bless my soul, you shouldn't, Mary. The poor old body will never get over it. But, oh, my Goodness, didn't she look funny waddling through the air — my Gracious Goodness, but didn't she?"
And he and Jane and Michael were off again, rolling about the air, clutching their sides and gasping with laughter at the thought of how funny Miss Persimmon had looked.
"Oh dear!" said Michael. "Don't make me laugh any more. I can't stand it! I shall break!"
"Oh, oh, oh!" cried Jane, as she gasped for breath, with her hand over her heart.
"Oh, my Gracious, Glorious, Galumphing Goodness!" roared Mr. Wigg, dabbing his eyes with the tail of his coat because he couldn't find his handkerchief.
"IT IS TIME TO GO HOME." Mary Poppins's voice sounded above the roars of laughter like a trumpet.
And suddenly, with a rush, Jane and Michael and Mr. Wigg came down. They landed on the floor with a huge bump, all together. The thought that they would have to go home was the first sad thought of the afternoon, and the moment it was in their minds the Laughing Gas went out of them.
Jane and Michael sighed as they watched Mary Poppins come slowly down the air, carrying Jane's coat and hat.
Mr. Wigg sighed, too. A great, long, heavy sigh.
"Well, isn't that a pity?" he said soberly. "It's very sad that you've got to go home. I never enjoyed an afternoon so much — did you?"
"Never," said Michael sadly, feeling how dull it was to be down on the earth again with no Laughing Gas inside him.
"Never, never," said Jane, as she stood on tip-toe and kissed Mr. Wigg's withered-apple cheeks. "Never, never, never, never…!"
They sat on either side of Mary Poppins going home in the Bus. They were both very quiet, thinking over the lovely afternoon. Presently Michael said sleepily to Mary Poppins:
"How often does your Uncle get like that?"
"Like what?" said Mary Poppins sharply, as though Michael had deliberately said something to offend her.
"Well — all bouncy and boundy and laughing and going up in the air."
"Up in the air?" Mary Poppins's voice was high and angry. "What do you mean, pray, up in the air?"
Jane tried to explain.
"Michael means — is your Uncle often full of Laughing Gas, and does he often go rolling and bobbing about on the ceiling when—"
"Rolling and bobbing! What an idea! Rolling and
Crept closer to her and fell asleep
bobbing on the ceiling! You'll be telling me next he's a balloon!" Mary Poppins gave an offended sniff.
"But he did!" said Michael. "We saw him."
"What, roll and bob? How dare you! I'll have you know that my uncle is a sober, honest, hard-working man, and you'll be kind enough to speak of him respectfully. And don't bite your Bus ticket! Roll and bob, indeed — the idea!"
Michael and Jane looked across Mary Poppins at each other. They said nothing, for they had learnt that it was better not to argue with Mary Poppins, no matter how odd anything seemed.
But the look that passed between them said: "Is it
DEAR
—what
is
the matter? I can't walk, I'm going, I — oh, help,
HELP!
"
For Miss Persimmon, quite against her will, was off the ground and was stumbling through the air, rolling from side to side like a very thin barrel, balancing the tray in her hand. She was almost weeping with distress as she arrived at the table and put down her) jug of hot water, i "Thank you," said Mary Poppins in a calm, very polite voice. Then Miss Persimmon turned and went wafting down again, murmuring as she went: "So undignified — and me a well-behaved, steady-going woman. I must see a doctor—"
When she touched the floor she ran hurriedly out of the room, wringing her hands, and not giving a single glance backwards.
"So undignified!" they heard her moaning as she shut the door behind her.
"Her name can't be Amy Persimmon, because she
didn't
stay on her own feet!" whispered Jane to Michael.
But Mr. Wigg was looking at Mary Poppins — a curious look, half-amused, half-accusing.
"Mary, Mary, you shouldn't — bless my soul, you shouldn't, Mary. The poor old body will never get over it. But, oh, my Goodness, didn't she look funny waddling through the air — my Gracious Goodness, but didn't she?"
And he and Jane and Michael were off again, rolling about the air, clutching their sides and gasping with laughter at the thought of how funny Miss Persimmon had looked.
"Oh dear!" said Michael. "Don't make me laugh any more. I can't stand it! I shall break!"
"Oh, oh, oh!" cried Jane, as she gasped for breath, with her hand over her heart.
"Oh, my Gracious, Glorious, Galumphing Goodness!" roared Mr. Wigg, dabbing his eyes with the tail of his coat because he couldn't find his handkerchief.
"IT IS TIME TO GO HOME." Mary Poppins's voice sounded above the roars of laughter like a trumpet.
And suddenly, with a rush, Jane and Michael and Mr. Wigg came down. They landed on the floor with a huge bump, all together. The thought that they would have to go home was the first sad thought of the afternoon, and the moment it was in their minds the Laughing Gas went out of them.
Jane and Michael sighed as they watched Mary Poppins come slowly down the air, carrying Jane's coat and hat.
Mr. Wigg sighed, too. A great, long, heavy sigh.
"Well, isn't that a pity?" he said soberly. "It's very sad that you've got to go home. I never enjoyed an afternoon so much — did you?"
"Never," said Michael sadly, feeling how dull it was to be down on the earth again with no Laughing Gas inside him.
"Never, never," said Jane, as she stood on tip-toe and kissed Mr. Wigg's withered-apple cheeks. "Never, never, never, never…!"
They sat on either side of Mary Poppins going home in the Bus. They were both very quiet, thinking over the lovely afternoon. Presently Michael said sleepily to Mary Poppins:
"How often does your Uncle get like that?"
"Like what?" said Mary Poppins sharply, as though Michael had deliberately said something to offend her.
"Well — all bouncy and boundy and laughing and going up in the air."
"Up in the air?" Mary Poppins's voice was high and angry. "What do you mean, pray, up in the air?"
Jane tried to explain.
"Michael means — is your Uncle often full of Laughing Gas, and does he often go rolling and bobbing about on the ceiling when—"
"Rolling and bobbing! What an idea! Rolling and
Crept closer to her and fell asleep
bobbing on the ceiling! You'll be telling me next he's a balloon!" Mary Poppins gave an offended sniff.
"But he did!" said Michael. "We saw him."
"What, roll and bob? How dare you! I'll have you know that my uncle is a sober, honest, hard-working man, and you'll be kind enough to speak of him respectfully. And don't bite your Bus ticket! Roll and bob, indeed — the idea!"
Michael and Jane looked across Mary Poppins at each other. They said nothing, for they had learnt that it was better not to argue with Mary Poppins, no matter how odd anything seemed.
But the look that passed between them said: "Is it
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