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"
Certainly
not
,
"
she
said
,
turning
to
Jane
and
Michael
.
"
It
's
not
funny
at
all
.
I
know
that
cow
.
She
was
a
great
friend
of
my
Mother
's
and
I
'll
thank
you
to
speak
politely
of
her
.
"
She
smoothed
her
apron
and
looked
at
them
both
very
severely
.
"
Have
you
known
her
long
?
"
enquired
Michael
gently
,
hoping
that
if
he
was
particularly
polite
he
would
hear
something
more
about
the
cow
.
"
Since
before
she
saw
the
King
,
"
said
Mary
Poppins
.
"
And
when
was
that
?
"
asked
Jane
,
in
a
soft
encouraging
voice
.
Mary
Poppins
stared
into
space
,
her
eyes
fixed
upon
something
that
they
could
not
see
.
Jane
and
Michael
held
their
breath
,
waiting
.
"
It
was
long
ago
,
"
said
Mary
Poppins
,
in
a
brooding
,
story-telling
voice
.
She
paused
,
as
though
she
were
remembering
events
that
happened
hundreds
of
years
before
that
time
.
Then
she
went
on
dreamily
,
still
gazing
into
the
middle
of
the
room
,
but
without
seeing
anything
.
The
Red
Cow
--
that
's
the
name
she
went
by
.
And
very
important
and
prosperous
she
was
,
too
(
so
my
Mother
said
)
.
She
lived
in
the
best
field
in
the
whole
district
--
a
large
one
full
of
buttercups
the
size
of
saucers
and
dandelions
rather
larger
than
brooms
.
The
field
was
all
primrose-colour
and
gold
with
the
buttercups
and
dandelions
standing
up
in
it
like
soldiers
.
Every
time
she
ate
the
head
off
one
soldier
,
another
grew
up
in
its
place
,
with
a
green
military
coat
and
a
yellow
busby
.
She
had
lived
there
always
--
she
often
told
my
Mother
that
she
could
n't
remember
the
time
when
she
had
n't
lived
in
that
field
.
Her
world
was
bounded
by
green
hedges
and
the
sky
and
she
knew
nothing
of
what
lay
beyond
these
.
The
Red
Cow
was
very
respectable
,
she
always
behaved
like
a
perfect
lady
and
she
knew
What
was
What
.
To
her
a
thing
was
either
black
or
white
--
there
was
no
question
of
it
being
grey
or
perhaps
pink
.
People
were
good
or
they
were
bad
--
there
was
nothing
in
between
.
Dandelions
were
either
sweet
or
sour
--
there
were
never
any
moderately
nice
ones
.
