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This method has already found multiple stocks that have gone up double or even triple digits (I'm confident it will deliver faster returns than the FAANG stocks). Just [click here]( to watch my interview now. Best, Marc Chaikin Founder, Chaikin Analytics   Would you quarter like it, though? asked Michael. T is no to be funny, said Mary Poppins, in such a voice that Michael felt that, indeed, t wasn't. And it is time to go . T! She had said the very words they had been hoping she wouldn't say. That was so like Mary Poppins. Just five minutes longer, pleaded Jane. Ah do, Mary Poppins! You look so nice in your gloves, said Michael wilily. But Mary Poppins, though she appreciated the remark, was not taken in by it. No, she said, and closed her mouth with a snap and stalked towards the doorway. Oh, dear! said Michael to himself, as he followed her, staggering under the weight of his parcels. If she would say 'Yes' for once! But Mary Poppins hurried on and they had to go with her. Behind them Father Christmas was waving his hand, and the Fairy Queen on the Christmas tree and the other dolls were smiling sadly and saying, Take me , somebody! and the aeroplanes were beating their wings and saying in bird-like voices, Let me fly! Ah, do let me fly! Jane and Michael hurried away, closing their ears to those enchanting voices, and feeling that the time in the Toy Department had been unreasonably and cruelly short. And then, just as they came towards the shop entrance, the adventure happened. They were just about to spin the glass door and go out, when they saw coming towards it from the pavement the running, flickering figure of a child. Look! said Jane and Michael both toher. My gracious, goodness, glory me! exclaimed Mary Poppins, and stood still. And well she might, for the child had practiy no clothes on, a light wispy strip of blue stuff that looked as though she had torn it from the sky to wrap round her naked body. It was evident that she did not k much about spinning doors, for she went round and round inside it, pushing it so that it should spin faster and laughing as it caught her and sent her whirling round and round. Then suddenly, with a quick little movement she d herself, sprang away from it and landed inside the shop. She paused on tip-toe, turning her head this way and that as though she were looking for someone. Then, with a start of pleasure, she caught sight of Jane and Michael and Mary Poppins as they stood, halfhidden behind an enormous fir-tree, and ran towards them joyously. Ah, t you are! Thank you for waiting. I'm afraid I'm a little late, said the child, stretching out her bright arms to Jane and Michael. , she cocked her head on one side, aren't you glad to see me? Say yes, say yes! Yes, said Jane smiling, for nobody, she felt, could help being glad to see anyone so bright and happy. But who are you? she enquired curiously. What is your ? said Michael, gazing at her. Who am I? What is my ? Don't say you don't k me? Oh, surely, surely— The child seemed very surprised and a little disappointed. She turned suddenly to Mary Poppins and pointed her finger. She ks me. Don't you? I'm sure you k me! T was a curious look on Mary Poppins's face. Jane and Michael could see blue fires in her eyes as though they reflected the blue of the child's dress and her brightness. Does it — does it, she whispered, begin with an M? The child hopped on one leg delightedly. Of course it does — and you k it. M-A-I-A. I'm Maia. She turned to Jane and Michael. you recognise me, don't you? I'm the second of the Pleiades. Electra — she's the eldest —couldn't come because she's minding Merope. Merope's the baby, and the other five of us come in between — girls. Our Mother was very disappointed at first not to have a boy, but she doesn't mind. The child danced a few steps and burst out again in her excited little voice: Oh, Jane! Oh, Michael — I've often watched you from the sky, and I'm actuy talking to you. T is nothing about you I don't k. Michael doesn't like having his hair brushed, and Jane has a thrush's egg in a jam-jar on the mantelpiece. And your Father is going bald on the top. I like him. It was he who first introduced us — don't you remember? He said one evening last summer: 'Look, t are the Pleiades. Seven stars toher, the smest in the sky. But t is one of them you can't see.' He meant Merope, of course. She's still too young to stay up night. She's such a baby that she has to go to bed very early. Some of them up t us the Little Sisters, and sometimes we are ed the Seven Doves, but Orion s us 'You girls' and takes us hunting with him. But what are you doing ? demanded Michael, still very surprised. Maia laughed. Ask Mary Poppins. I am sure she ks. Tell us, Mary Poppins, said Jane. Well, said Mary Poppins snappily, I suppose you two aren't the ones in the world that want to go shopping at Christmas— That's it, squealed Maia delightedly. She's quite right. I've come down to toys for them . We can't away very often, you k, because we're so busy making and storing up the Spring Rains. That's the special job of the Pleiades. However, we drew lots and I . Wasn't it lucky? She hugged herself happily. , come on. I can't stay very long. And you must come back and help me choose. And dancing about them, running to one and to another, she shepherded them back to the Toy Department. As they went the crowds of shoppers stood and stared at them and dropped their parcels with astonishment. So cold for her. What can her parents be thinking of! said the Mothers, with voices that were suddenly soft and gentle. I mean to say—! said the Fathers. It shouldn't be owed. Must write to The Times about it. And their voices were unnatury gruff and gritty. The shop-walkers behaved curiously, too. As the little group passed they bowed to Maia as though she were a Queen. But none of them — not Jane, nor Michael, nor Mary Poppins, nor Maia — noticed nor heard anything extraordinary. They were too busy with their own extraordinary adventure. we are! said Maia, as she pranced into the Toy Department. , what sh we choose? An Assistant, with a start, bowed respectfully as as he saw her. I want something for each of my sisters — six of them. You must help me, , said Maia, smiling at him. Certainly, madam, said the Assistant agreeably. First — my eldest sister, said Maia. She's very domestic. What about that little stove with the silver saucepans? Yes. And that striped broom. We are so troubled with star-dust, and she will love having that to sweep it up with. The Assistant began wrapping the things in coloured paper. for Taye. She likes dancing. Don't you think, Jane, a skipping-rope would be just the thing for her? You'll tie them carefully, 't you? she said to the Assistant. I have a long way to go. She fluttered on among the toys, standing still for a moment, but walking with a light quicksilver step, as though she were still twinkling in the sky. Mary Poppins and Jane and Michael could not take their eyes her as she flickered from one of them to another asking their advice. Then t's Alcyone. She's difficult. She's so quiet and thoughtful and seems to want anything. 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….     This ad is sent on behalf of Chaikin Analytics, 201 King Of Prussia Rd., Suite 650, Radnor, PA 19087. If you would like to optout from receiving offers from Chaikin Analytics please [click here](.   ExpertModernAdvice.com is sending this newsletter on behalf Inception Media, LLC. 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