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"
Did
you
hear
what
he
said
?
"
Michael
grabbed
Jane
's
arm
.
She
nodded
.
"
The
wind
's
in
the
West
,
"
she
said
slowly
.
Neither
of
them
said
any
more
,
but
there
was
a
thought
in
each
of
their
minds
that
they
wished
was
not
there
.
They
forgot
it
soon
,
however
,
for
everything
seemed
to
be
as
it
always
was
,
and
the
Spring
sunlight
lit
up
the
house
so
beautifully
that
nobody
remembered
it
needed
a
coat
of
paint
and
new
wall-papers
.
On
the
contrary
,
they
all
found
themselves
thinking
that
it
was
the
best
house
in
Cherry-Tree
Lane
.
But
trouble
began
after
luncheon
.
Jane
had
gone
down
to
dig
in
the
garden
with
Robertson
Ay
.
She
had
just
sown
a
row
of
radish-seed
when
she
heard
a
great
commotion
in
the
Nursery
and
the
sound
of
hurrying
footsteps
on
the
stairs
.
Presently
Michael
appeared
,
very
red
in
the
face
and
panting
loudly
.
"
Look
,
Jane
,
look
!
"
he
cried
,
and
held
out
his
hand
.
Within
it
lay
Mary
Poppins
's
compass
,
with
the
disc
frantically
swinging
round
the
arrow
as
it
trembled
in
Michael
's
shaking
hand
.
"
The
compass
?
"
said
Jane
,
and
looked
at
him
questioningly
.
Michael
suddenly
burst
into
tears
.
"
She
gave
it
to
me
,
"
he
wept
.
"
She
said
I
could
have
it
all
for
myself
now
.
Oh
,
oh
,
there
must
be
something
wrong
!
What
is
going
to
happen
?
She
has
never
given
me
anything
before
.
"
