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Then
he
discovered
that
the
soft
thing
that
was
round
him
was
his
own
blanket
,
and
the
soft
thing
he
was
lying
on
was
his
own
bed
And
oh
,
the
heavy
burning
thing
that
had
been
inside
him
all
day
had
melted
and
disappeared
.
He
felt
peaceful
and
happy
,
and
as
if
he
would
like
to
give
everybody
he
knew
a
birthday
present
.
"
What
--
what
happened
?
"
he
said
rather
anxiously
to
Mary
Poppins
.
"
I
told
you
that
was
my
compass
,
did
n't
I
?
Be
kind
enough
not
to
touch
my
things
,
if
you
please
,
"
was
all
she
said
as
she
stooped
and
picked
up
the
compass
and
put
it
in
her
pocket
.
Then
she
began
to
fold
the
clothes
that
he
had
thrown
down
on
the
floor
.
"
Shall
I
do
it
?
"
he
said
.
"
No
,
thank
you
.
"
He
watched
her
go
into
the
next
room
,
and
presently
she
returned
and
put
something
warm
into
his
hands
.
It
was
a
cup
of
milk
.
Michael
sipped
it
,
tasting
every
drop
several
times
with
his
tongue
,
making
it
last
as
long
as
possible
so
that
Mary
Poppins
should
stay
beside
him
.
She
stood
there
without
saying
a
word
,
watching
the
milk
slowly
disappear
.
He
could
smell
her
crackling
white
apron
and
the
faint
flavour
of
toast
that
always
hung
about
her
so
deliriously
.
But
try
as
he
would
,
he
could
not
make
the
milk
last
for
ever
,
and
presently
,
with
a
sigh
of
regret
,
he
handed
her
the
empty
cup
and
slipped
down
into
the
bed
.
He
had
never
known
it
to
be
so
comfortable
,
he
thought
.
And
he
thought
,
too
,
how
warm
he
was
and
how
happy
he
felt
and
how
lucky
he
was
to
be
alive
.
"
Is
n't
it
a
funny
thing
,
Mary
Poppins
,
"
he
said
drowsily
.
"
I
've
been
so
very
naughty
and
I
feel
so
very
good
.
"
