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"
Sorry
!
"
said
the
sunlight
.
"
But
I
ca
n't
help
it
.
I
've
got
to
get
across
this
room
somehow
.
Orders
is
orders
.
I
must
move
from
East
to
West
in
a
day
and
my
way
lies
through
this
Nursery
.
Sorry
!
Shut
your
eyes
and
you
wo
n't
notice
me
.
"
The
gold
shaft
of
sunlight
lengthened
across
the
room
.
It
was
obviously
moving
as
quickly
as
it
could
in
order
to
oblige
John
.
"
How
soft
,
how
sweet
you
are
!
I
love
you
,
"
said
Barbara
,
holding
out
her
hands
to
its
shining
warmth
.
"
Good
girl
,
"
said
the
sunlight
approvingly
,
and
moved
up
over
her
cheeks
and
into
her
hair
with
a
light
,
caressing
movement
.
"
Do
you
like
the
feel
of
me
?
"
it
said
,
as
though
it
loved
being
praised
.
"
Dee-licious
!
"
said
Barbara
,
with
a
happy
sigh
.
"
Chatter
,
chatter
,
chatter
!
I
never
heard
such
a
place
for
chatter
.
There
's
always
somebody
talking
in
this
room
,
"
said
a
shrill
voice
at
the
window
.
John
and
Barbara
looked
up
.
It
was
the
Starling
who
lived
on
the
top
of
the
chimney
.
"
I
like
that
,
"
said
Mary
Poppins
,
turning
round
quickly
.
"
What
about
yourself
?
All
day
long
--
yes
,
and
half
the
night
,
too
,
on
the
roofs
and
telegraph
poles
.
Roaring
and
screaming
and
shouting
--
you
'd
talk
the
leg
off
a
chair
,
you
would
.
Worse
than
any
sparrer
,
and
that
's
the
truth
.
"
