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"
But
how
?
But
why
?
"
said
Michael
,
sitting
down
on
the
edge
of
his
bed
and
staring
at
Jane
.
Jane
said
nothing
.
She
just
sat
beside
him
with
her
arms
round
her
knees
and
thought
and
thought
and
thought
.
At
last
she
shook
back
her
hair
and
stretched
herself
and
stood
up
.
"
What
I
want
to
know
,
"
she
said
,
"
is
this
:
Are
the
stars
gold
paper
or
is
the
gold
paper
stars
?
"
There
was
no
reply
to
her
question
and
she
did
not
expect
one
She
knew
that
only
somebody
very
much
wiser
than
Michael
could
give
her
the
right
answer
...
.
Jane
and
Michael
had
gone
off
to
a
party
,
wearing
their
best
clothes
and
looking
,
as
Ellen
the
housemaid
said
when
she
saw
them
,
"
just
like
a
shop
window
.
"
All
the
afternoon
the
house
was
very
quiet
and
still
,
as
though
it
were
thinking
its
own
thoughts
,
or
dreaming
perhaps
.
Down
in
the
kitchen
Mrs.
Brill
was
reading
the
paper
with
her
spectacles
perched
on
her
nose
.
Robertson
Ay
was
sitting
in
the
garden
busily
doing
nothing
.
Mrs.
Banks
was
on
the
drawing-room
sofa
with
her
feet
up
.
And
the
house
stood
very
quietly
around
them
all
,
dreaming
its
own
dreams
,
or
thinking
perhaps
.
Upstairs
in
the
nursery
Mary
Poppins
was
airing
the
clothes
by
the
fire
,
and
the
sunlight
poured
in
at
the
window
,
flickering
on
the
white
walls
,
dancing
over
the
cots
where
the
babies
were
lying
.
"
I
say
,
move
over
!
You
're
right
in
my
eyes
,
"
said
John
in
a
loud
voice
.
