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A book, do you think, Mary Poppins? What is this Family — the Swiss-Robinsons? I think she would like that. And if she doesn't, she can look at the pictures. Wrap it up! She handed the book to the Assistant. I k what Celaeno wants, she went on. A hoop. She can bowl it across the sky in the day-time and make a circle of it to spin about her at night. She'll love that red and blue one. The Assistant bowed again and began to wrap up the hoop. t are the two little ones left. Michael, what would you advise for Sterope? What about a top? said Michael, giving the question his earnest consideration. A humming-top? What a good idea! She will love to watch it go waltzing and singing down the sky. And what do you think for Merope, the baby, Jane? John and Barbara, said Jane shyly, have rubber ducks! Maia gave a delighted squeak and hugged herself. Oh, Jane, how wise you are! I should have thought of that. A rubber duck for Merope, — a blue one with yellow eyes. The Assistant tied up the parcels, while Maia ran round him, pushing at the paper, giving a tug to the string to make sure that it was firmly knotted. That's right, she said. You see, I mustn't drop anything. Michael, who had been staring steadily at her ever since she first appeared, turned and said in a loud whisper to Mary Poppins: But she has no purse. Who will pay for the toys? None of your business, snapped Mary Poppins. And it's rude to whisper. But she began to fumble busily in her pocket. What did you say? demanded Maia with round, surprised eyes. Pay? Nobody will pay. T is nothing to pay — is t? She turned her shining gaze upon the Assistant. Nothing at , madam, he assured her, as he put the parcels into her arms and bowed again. I thought not. You see, she said, turning to Michael, the whole point of Christmas is that things should be given away, isn't it? Besides, what could I pay with? We have no up t. And she laughed at the mere suggestion of such a thing. we must go, she went on, taking Michael's arm. We must go . It's very late, and I heard your Mother telling you that you must be in time for tea. Besides, I must back, too. Come. And drawing Michael and Jane and Mary Poppins after her, she led the way through the shop and out by the spinning door. Outside the entrance Jane suddenly said: But t's no present for her. She's bought something for the others and nothing for herself. Maia has no Christmas present. And she began to search hurriedly through the parcels she was carrying, to see what she could spare for Maia. Mary Poppins gave a quick glance into the window beside her. She saw herself shining back at her, very smart, very interesting, her hat on straight, her coat nicely pressed and her gloves just completing the whole effect. You be quiet, she said to Jane in her snappiest voice. At the same time she whipped her gloves and thrust one on to each of Maia's hands. T! she said gruffly. It's cold . You'll be glad of them. Maia looked at the gloves, hanging very large and almost empty upon her hands. She said nothing, but moving close to Mary Poppins she reached up her spare arm and put it round Mary Poppins's neck and kissed her. A long look passed between them, and they smiled as people smile who understand each other. Maia turned then, and with her hand lightly touched the cheeks of Jane and Michael. And for a moment they stood in a ring at the windy corner gazing at each other as though they were enchanted. I've been so happy, said Maia softly, breaking the silence. Don't for me, will you? 'Ere! Come down! We can't 'ave this kind of thing! They shook their heads. Good-bye, said Maia. Good-bye, said the others, though it was the last thing they wanted to say. Then Maia, standing poised on tip-toe, lifted up her arms and sprang into the air. She began to walk up it, step by step, climbing ever higher, as though t were invisible stairs cut into the grey sky. She waved to them as she went, and the three of them waved back. What on earth is happening? somebody said close by. But it's not possible! said another voice. Preposterous! cried a third. For a crowd was gathering to witness the extraordinary sight of Maia returning . A Policeman pushed his way through the throng, scattering the people with his truncheon. Naow, naow. Wot's this? A Naccident or wot? He looked up, his gaze following that of the rest of the crowd. 'Ere! he ed angrily, shaking his fist at Maia. Come down! Wot you doing up t? 'Olding up the and . Come down! We can't 'ave this kind of thing — not in a public place. 'Tisn't natural! Far away they heard Maia laughing and saw something bright dangling from her arm. It was the skipping-rope. After , the parcel had come undone. For a moment longer they saw her prancing up the airy stair, and then a of cloud hid her fromtheir eyes. They k she was behind it, though, because of the brightness that shone about its thick dark edge. Well, I'm jiggered! said the Policeman, staring upwards, and scratching his head under its helmet. And well you might be! said Mary Poppins, with such a ferocious snap that anyone else might have thought she was rey cross with the Policeman. But Jane and Michael were not taken in by that snap. For they could see in Mary Poppins's eyes something that, if she were anybody else but Mary Poppins, might have been described as tears…. Could we have imagined it? said Michael, when they got and told the story to their Mother. Perhaps, said Mrs. s. We imagine strange and lovely things, my darling. But what about Mary Poppins's gloves? said Jane. We saw her give them away to Maia. And she's not wearing them . So it must be true! What, Mary Poppins! exclaimed Mrs. s. Your best fur-topped gloves! You gave them away! Mary Poppins sniffed. My gloves are my gloves and I do what I like with them! she said haughtily. And she straightened her hat and went down to the Kitchen to have her tea…. Lauren Wingfield Managing Editor, One Ticker Trader [Small logotype (EMA)]( ExpertModernAdvice.com is sending this newsletter on behalf Inception Media, LLC. Inception Media, LLC appreciates your comments and inquiries. Please keep in mind, that Inception Media, LLC are not permitted to provide іndivіdualіzed financial advіse. This email is not fіnаncіаl аdvіcе and any іnvеstmеnt decision you make is solely your responsibility. Feel frее to contact us toll frее Domestic/International: +17072979173 Mon–Fri, 9am–5pm ET, or email us support@expertmodernadvice.com. [Unsubscrіbe]( to stop receiving mаrkеtіng communication from us. 600 N Broad St Ste 5 PMB 1 Middletown, DE 19709 2023 Inception Media, LLC. AІІ rights reserved [Unsubscrіbe]( [Privacy Policy](