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They
always
remembered
that
particular
morning
.
For
one
thing
,
it
was
the
first
time
they
were
allowed
to
come
downstairs
for
breakfast
,
and
for
another
Mr.
Banks
lost
his
black
bag
.
So
that
the
day
began
with
two
extraordinary
happenings
.
"
Where
is
my
BAG
?
"
shouted
Mr.
Banks
,
turning
round
and
round
in
the
hall
like
a
dog
chasing
its
tail
.
And
everybody
else
began
running
round
and
round
too
--
Ellen
and
Mrs.
Brill
and
the
children
.
Even
Robertson
Ay
made
a
special
effort
and
turned
round
twice
.
At
last
Mr.
Banks
discovered
the
bag
himself
in
his
study
,
and
he
rushed
into
the
hall
with
it
,
holding
it
aloft
.
"
Now
,
"
he
said
,
as
though
he
were
delivering
a
sermon
,
"
my
bag
is
always
kept
in
one
place
.
Here
.
On
the
umbrella-stand
.
Who
put
it
in
the
study
?
"
he
roared
.
"
You
did
,
my
dear
,
when
you
took
the
Income
Tax
papers
out
of
it
last
night
,
"
said
Mrs.
Banks
.
Mr.
Banks
gave
her
such
a
hurt
look
that
she
wished
she
had
been
less
tactless
and
had
said
she
had
put
it
there
herself
.
"
Humph
--
Urrumph
!
"
he
said
,
blowing
his
nose
very
hard
and
taking
his
overcoat
from
its
peg
.
He
walked
with
it
to
the
front
door
.
"
Hullo
,
"
he
said
more
cheerfully
,
"
the
Parrot
TUlips
are
in
bud
!
"
He
went
into
the
garden
and
sniffed
the
air
.
"
H
'm
,
wind
's
in
the
West
,
I
think
.
"
He
looked
down
towards
Admiral
Boom
's
house
where
the
telescope
weathercock
swung
.
"
I
thought
so
,
"
he
said
.
"
Westerly
weather
.
Bright
and
balmy
.
I
wo
n't
take
an
overcoat
.
"
And
with
that
he
picked
up
his
bag
and
his
bowler
hat
and
hurried
away
to
the
City
.
