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They
listened
.
Then
they
ran
quickly
to
the
window
and
looked
out
.
Down
below
,
just
outside
the
front
door
,
stood
Mary
Poppins
,
dressed
in
her
coat
and
hat
,
with
her
carpet
bag
in
one
hand
and
her
umbrella
in
the
other
.
The
wind
was
blowing
wildly
about
her
,
tugging
at
her
skirt
,
tilting
her
hat
rakishly
to
one
side
.
But
it
seemed
to
Jane
and
Michael
that
she
did
not
mind
,
for
she
smiled
as
though
she
and
the
wind
understood
each
other
.
She
paused
for
a
moment
on
the
step
and
glanced
back
towards
the
front
door
.
Then
with
a
quick
movement
she
opened
the
umbrella
,
though
it
was
not
raining
,
and
thrust
it
over
her
head
.
The
wind
,
with
a
wild
cry
,
slipped
under
the
umbrella
,
pressing
it
upwards
as
though
trying
to
force
it
out
of
Mary
Poppins
's
hand
.
But
she
held
on
tightly
,
and
that
,
apparently
,
was
what
the
wind
wanted
her
to
do
,
for
presently
it
lifted
the
umbrella
higher
into
the
air
and
Mary
Poppins
from
the
ground
.
It
carried
her
lightly
so
that
her
toes
just
grazed
along
the
garden
path
.
Then
it
lifted
her
over
the
front
gate
and
swept
her
upwards
towards
the
branches
of
the
cherry-trees
in
the
Lane
.
"
She
's
going
,
Jane
,
she
's
going
!
"
cried
Michael
,
weeping
.
"
Quick
!
"
cried
Jane
.
"
Let
us
get
the
Tvins
.
They
must
see
the
last
of
her
.
"
She
had
no
doubt
now
,
nor
had
Michael
,
that
Mary
Poppins
had
gone
for
good
because
the
wind
had
changed
.
They
each
seized
a
Twin
and
rushed
back
to
the
window
.
Mary
Poppins
was
in
the
upper
air
now
,
floating
away
over
the
cherry-trees
and
the
roofs
of
the
houses
,
holding
tightly
to
the
umbrella
with
one
hand
and
to
the
carpet
bag
with
the
other
.
The
Twins
began
to
cry
quietly
.
With
their
free
hands
Jane
and
Michael
opened
the
window
and
made
one
last
effort
to
stay
Mary
Poppins
's
flight
.
