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Through
the
bars
of
the
fence
he
could
see
Miss
Lark
's
Andrew
daintily
sniffing
at
the
Next
Door
lawn
and
choosing
for
himself
the
best
blades
of
grass
.
He
called
softly
to
Andrew
and
gave
him
a
biscuit
out
of
his
own
pocket
,
and
while
Andrew
was
munching
it
he
tied
Andrew
's
tail
to
the
fence
with
a
piece
of
string
.
Then
he
ran
away
with
Miss
Lark
's
angry
,
outraged
voice
screaming
in
his
ears
,
and
his
body
almost
bursting
with
the
exciting
weight
of
that
heavy
thing
inside
him
.
The
door
of
his
Father
's
study
stood
open
--
for
Ellen
had
just
been
dusting
the
books
.
So
Michael
did
a
forbidden
thing
.
He
went
in
,
sat
down
at
his
Father
's
desk
,
and
with
his
Father
's
pen
began
to
scribble
on
the
blotter
.
Suddenly
his
elbow
,
knocking
against
the
inkpot
,
upset
it
,
and
the
chair
and
the
desk
and
the
quill
pen
and
his
own
best
clothes
were
covered
with
great
spreading
stains
of
blue
ink
.
It
looked
dreadful
,
and
fear
of
what
would
happen
to
him
stirred
within
Michael
.
But
,
in
spite
of
that
,
he
did
n't
care
--
he
did
n't
feel
the
least
bit
sorry
.
"
That
child
must
be
ill
,
"
said
Mrs.
Banks
,
when
she
was
told
by
Ellen
--
who
suddenly
returned
and
discovered
him
--
of
the
latest
adventure
.
"
Michael
,
you
shall
have
some
syrup
of
figs
.
"
"
I
'm
not
ill
.
I
'm
weller
than
you
,
"
said
Michael
rudely
.
"
Then
you
're
simply
naughty
,
"
said
his
Mother
.
"
And
you
shall
be
punished
.
"
And
,
sure
enough
,
five
minutes
later
,
Michael
found
himself
standing
in
his
stained
clothes
in
a
corner
of
the
nursery
,
facing
the
wall
.
Jane
tried
to
speak
to
him
when
Mary
Poppins
was
not
looking
,
but
he
would
not
answer
,
and
put
out
his
tongue
at
her
.
When
John
and
Barbara
crawled
along
the
floor
and
each
took
hold
of
one
of
his
shoes
and
gurgled
,
he
just
pushed
them
roughly
away
.
And
all
the
time
he
was
enjoying
his
badness
,
hugging
it
to
him
as
though
it
were
a
friend
,
and
not
caring
a
bit
.
"
I
hate
being
good
,
"
he
said
aloud
to
himself
,
as
he
trailed
after
Mary
Poppins
and
Jane
and
the
perambulator
on
the
afternoon
walk
to
the
Park
.
"
Do
n't
dawdle
,
"
said
Mary
Poppins
,
looking
back
at
him
.
