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"
One
Dover
Sole
,
pound
and
a
half
of
Halibut
,
pint
of
Prawns
and
a
Lobster
,
"
said
Mary
Poppins
,
talking
so
quickly
that
only
somebody
used
to
taking
such
orders
could
possibly
have
understood
her
.
The
Fishmonger
,
unlike
the
Butcher
,
was
a
long
thin
man
,
so
thin
that
he
seemed
to
have
no
front
to
him
but
only
two
sides
.
And
he
looked
so
sad
that
you
felt
he
had
either
just
been
weeping
or
was
just
going
to
.
Jane
said
that
this
was
due
to
some
secret
sorrow
that
had
haunted
him
since
his
youth
,
and
Michael
thought
that
the
Fishmonger
's
Mother
must
have
fed
him
entirely
on
bread
and
water
when
he
was
a
baby
,
and
that
he
had
never
forgotten
it
.
"
Anything
else
?
"
said
the
Fishmonger
hopelessly
,
in
a
voice
that
suggested
he
was
quite
sure
there
would
n't
be
.
"
Not
today
,
"
said
Mary
Poppins
.
The
Fishmonger
shook
his
head
sadly
and
did
not
look
at
all
surprised
.
He
had
known
all
along
there
would
be
nothing
else
.
Sniffing
gently
,
he
tied
up
the
parcel
and
dropped
it
into
the
perambulator
.
"
Bad
weather
,
"
he
observed
,
wiping
his
eye
with
his
hand
.
"
Do
n't
believe
we
're
going
to
get
any
summer
at
all
--
not
that
we
ever
did
,
of
course
.
You
do
n't
look
too
blooming
,
"
he
said
to
Mary
Poppins
.
"
But
then
,
nobody
does
--
"
Mary
Poppins
tossed
her
head
.
"
Speak
for
yourself
,
"
she
said
crossly
,
and
flounced
to
the
door
,
pushing
the
perambulator
so
fiercely
that
it
bumped
into
a
bag
of
oysters
.
