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Then
he
shrugged
his
speckled
shoulders
.
"
Oh
,
well
--
I
knew
it
would
.
Always
told
'em
so
.
But
they
would
n't
believe
it
.
"
He
remained
silent
for
a
little
while
,
staring
into
the
cots
.
Then
he
shook
himself
vigorously
.
"
Well
,
well
.
I
must
be
off
.
Back
to
my
chimney
.
It
will
need
a
spring-cleaning
,
I
'll
be
bound
.
"
He
flew
on
to
the
window-sill
and
paused
,
looking
back
over
his
shoulder
.
"
It
'll
seem
funny
without
them
,
though
.
Always
liked
talking
to
them
--
so
I
did
.
I
shall
miss
them
.
"
He
brushed
his
wing
quickly
across
his
eyes
.
"
Crying
?
"
jeered
Mary
Poppins
.
The
Starling
drew
himself
up
.
"
Crying
?
Certainly
not
.
I
have
--
er
--
a
slight
cold
,
caught
on
my
return
journey
--
that
's
all
.
Yes
,
a
slight
cold
.
Nothing
serious
.
"
He
darted
up
to
the
windowpane
,
brushed
down
his
breast-feathers
with
his
beak
and
then
,
"
Cheerio
!
"
he
said
perkily
,
and
spread
his
wings
and
was
gone
...
.
All
day
long
Mary
Poppins
had
been
in
a
hurry
,
and
when
she
was
in
a
hurry
she
was
always
cross
.
Everything
Jane
did
was
bad
,
everything
Michael
did
was
worse
.
She
even
snapped
at
the
Twins
.
Jane
and
Michael
kept
out
of
her
way
as
much
as
possible
,
for
they
knew
that
there
were
times
when
it
was
better
not
to
be
seen
or
heard
by
Mary
Poppins
.
