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"
Mary
,
Mary
,
you
should
n't
--
bless
my
soul
,
you
should
n't
,
Mary
.
The
poor
old
body
will
never
get
over
it
.
But
,
oh
,
my
Goodness
,
did
n't
she
look
funny
waddling
through
the
air
--
my
Gracious
Goodness
,
but
did
n't
she
?
"
And
he
and
Jane
and
Michael
were
off
again
,
rolling
about
the
air
,
clutching
their
sides
and
gasping
with
laughter
at
the
thought
of
how
funny
Miss
Persimmon
had
looked
.
"
Oh
dear
!
"
said
Michael
.
"
Do
n't
make
me
laugh
any
more
.
I
ca
n't
stand
it
!
I
shall
break
!
"
"
Oh
,
oh
,
oh
!
"
cried
Jane
,
as
she
gasped
for
breath
,
with
her
hand
over
her
heart
.
"
Oh
,
my
Gracious
,
Glorious
,
Galumphing
Goodness
!
"
roared
Mr.
Wigg
,
dabbing
his
eyes
with
the
tail
of
his
coat
because
he
could
n't
find
his
handkerchief
.
"
IT
IS
TIME
TO
GO
HOME
.
"
Mary
Poppins
's
voice
sounded
above
the
roars
of
laughter
like
a
trumpet
.
And
suddenly
,
with
a
rush
,
Jane
and
Michael
and
Mr.
Wigg
came
down
.
They
landed
on
the
floor
with
a
huge
bump
,
all
together
.
The
thought
that
they
would
have
to
go
home
was
the
first
sad
thought
of
the
afternoon
,
and
the
moment
it
was
in
their
minds
the
Laughing
Gas
went
out
of
them
.
Jane
and
Michael
sighed
as
they
watched
Mary
Poppins
come
slowly
down
the
air
,
carrying
Jane
's
coat
and
hat
.
Mr.
Wigg
sighed
,
too
.
A
great
,
long
,
heavy
sigh
.
