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"
My
goodness
!
"
he
said
.
"
How
dreadful
!
I
've
just
realised
--
that
table
's
down
there
and
we
're
up
here
.
What
are
we
going
to
do
?
We
're
here
and
it
's
there
.
It
's
an
awful
tragedy
--
awful
!
But
oh
,
it
's
terribly
comic
!
"
And
he
hid
his
face
in
his
handkerchief
and
laughed
loudly
into
it
.
Jane
and
Michael
,
though
they
did
not
want
to
miss
the
crumpets
and
the
cakes
,
could
n't
help
laughing
too
,
because
Mr.
Wigg
's
mirth
was
so
infectious
.
Mr.
Wigg
dried
his
eyes
.
"
There
's
only
one
thing
for
it
,
"
he
said
.
"
We
must
think
of
something
serious
.
Something
sad
,
very
sad
.
And
then
we
shall
be
able
to
get
down
.
Now
--
one
,
two
,
three
!
Something
very
sad
,
mind
you
!
"
They
thought
and
thought
,
with
their
chins
on
their
hands
.
Michael
thought
of
school
,
and
that
one
day
he
would
have
to
go
there
.
But
even
that
seemed
funny
today
and
he
had
to
laugh
.
Jane
thought
:
"
I
shall
be
grown
up
in
another
fourteen
years
!
"
But
that
did
n't
sound
sad
at
all
but
quite
nice
and
rather
funny
.
She
could
not
help
smiling
at
the
thought
of
herself
grown
up
,
with
long
skirts
and
a
hand-bag
.
"
There
was
my
poor
old
Aunt
Emily
,
"
thought
Mr.
Wigg
out
loud
.
"
She
was
run
over
by
an
omnibus
.
Sad
.
Very
sad
.
Unbearably
sad
.
Poor
Aunt
Emily
.
But
they
saved
her
umbrella
.
That
was
funny
,
was
n't
it
?
"
And
before
he
knew
where
he
was
,
he
was
heaving
and
trembling
and
bursting
with
laughter
at
the
thought
of
Aunt
Emily
's
umbrella
.
"
It
's
no
good
,
"
he
said
,
blowing
his
nose
.
"
I
give
it
up
.
And
my
young
friends
here
seem
to
be
no
better
at
sadness
than
I
am
.
Mary
,
ca
n't
you
do
something
?
We
want
our
tea
.
"
To
this
day
Jane
and
Michael
can
not
be
sure
of
what
happened
then
.
All
they
know
for
certain
is
that
,
as
soon
as
Mr.
Wigg
had
appealed
to
Mary
Poppins
,
the
table
below
began
to
wriggle
on
its
legs
.
Presently
it
was
swaying
dangerously
,
and
then
with
a
rattle
of
china
and
with
cakes
lurching
off
their
plates
on
to
the
cloth
,
the
table
came
soaring
through
the
room
,
gave
one
graceful
turn
,
and
landed
beside
them
so
that
Mr.
Wigg
was
at
its
head
.
"
Good
girl
!
"
said
Mr.
Wigg
,
smiling
proudly
upon
her
.
"
I
knew
you
'd
fix
something
.
Now
,
will
you
take
the
foot
of
the
table
and
pour
out
,
Mary
?
And
the
guests
on
either
side
of
me
.
That
's
the
idea
,
"
he
said
,
as
Michael
ran
bobbing
through
the
air
and
sat
down
on
Mr.
Wigg
's
right
.
Jane
was
at
his
left
hand
.
There
they
were
,
all
together
,
up
in
the
air
and
the
table
between
them
.
Not
a
single
piece
of
bread-and-butter
or
a
lump
of
sugar
had
been
left
behind
.
