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"
Fannie
!
Annie
!
Where
are
you
?
"
Her
voice
seemed
to
echo
back
to
them
from
each
dark
wall
of
the
shop
.
And
as
she
called
,
two
of
the
largest
people
the
children
had
ever
seen
rose
from
behind
the
counter
and
shook
hands
with
Mary
Poppins
.
The
huge
women
then
leant
down
over
the
counter
and
said
,
"
How
de
do
?
"
in
voices
as
large
as
themselves
,
and
shook
hands
with
Jane
and
Michael
.
"
How
do
you
do
,
Miss
--
?
"
Michael
paused
,
wondering
which
of
the
large
ladies
was
which
.
"
Fannie
's
my
name
,
"
said
one
of
them
.
"
My
rheumatism
is
about
the
same
;
thank
you
for
asking
.
"
She
spoke
very
mournfully
,
as
though
she
were
unused
to
such
a
courteous
greeting
.
"
It
's
a
lovely
day
--
"
began
Jane
politely
to
the
other
sister
,
who
kept
Jane
's
hand
imprisoned
for
almost
a
minute
in
her
huge
clasp
.
"
I
'm
Annie
,
"
she
informed
them
miserably
.
"
And
handsome
is
as
handsome
does
.
"
Jane
and
Michael
thought
that
both
the
sisters
had
a
very
odd
way
of
expressing
themselves
,
but
they
had
not
time
to
be
surprised
for
long
,
for
Miss
Fannie
and
Miss
Annie
were
reaching
out
their
long
arms
to
the
perambulator
.
Each
shook
hands
solemnly
with
one
of
the
Twins
,
who
were
so
astonished
that
they
began
to
cry
.
"
Now
,
now
,
now
,
now
!
What
's
this
,
what
's
this
?
"
A
high
,
thin
,
crackly
little
voice
came
from
the
back
of
the
shop
.
At
the
sound
of
it
the
expression
on
the
faces
of
Miss
Fannie
and
Miss
Annie
,
sad
before
,
became
even
sadder
.
They
seemed
frightened
and
ill
at
ease
,
and
somehow
Jane
and
Michael
realised
that
the
two
huge
sisters
were
wishing
that
they
were
much
smaller
and
less
conspicuous
.
"
What
's
all
this
I
hear
?
"
cried
the
curious
high
little
voice
,
coming
nearer
.
And
presently
,
round
the
corner
of
the
glass
case
the
owner
of
it
appeared
.
She
was
as
small
as
her
voice
and
as
crackly
,
and
to
the
children
she
seemed
to
be
older
than
anything
in
the
world
,
with
her
wispy
hair
and
her
sticklike
legs
and
her
wizened
,
wrinkled
little
face
.
But
in
spite
of
this
she
ran
towards
them
as
lightly
and
as
gaily
as
though
she
were
still
a
young
girl
.
