Chapter 7 Chapter 6 Unlucky Tuesday

Not long after, Michael woke up one day and felt a strange feeling in his heart. As soon as he opened his eyes, he knew something was wrong, but he couldn't tell what it was. "What day is it, Aunt Mary?" he asked, throwing back the blankets around him. "Tuesday," said Aunt Mary, "go and take a bath. Quick!" she said, seeing that he was not getting up.He rolled over and put the blanket over his head again, and the weird feeling got worse and worse. "What did I tell you?" said Aunt Mary, in her cold, clear voice, which was always a warning. Michael knew something was wrong with him.He knew he was being naughty.

"I'm not going," he said slowly, his voice muffled under the blanket. Aunt Mary threw back the blanket in his hand and looked down at him. "I will not go." He waited to see what she would do, but it was strange.Without saying a word, she went into the bathroom and turned on the faucet.when she came out.He picked up his towel and walked in slowly.For the first time in his life Michael was completely clean.He knew it was embarrassing for him, so he deliberately didn't wash behind his ears. "Shall I drain the water?" he asked in the roughest voice. There was no answer.

"Hmph, I don't care!" The naughtiness in Michael's heart became more and more intense. "I do not care!" Then he dressed, in his best Sunday clothes.He went downstairs and kicked the railing which he knew he shouldn't because it would wake the people in the house.He met Ellen on the stairs and knocked over a glass of hot water in her hand as he passed. "Hey, you brash boy," Ellen said, bending over to wipe off the water. "This water is for your father to shave." "That's what I'm going to do," Michael said calmly. Ellen's red face turned pale with anger.

"You want to do this? You mean it...then you are a savage and bad boy. I will tell your mother that I will..." "Tell me," Michael said and continued downstairs. This is just the beginning.He had a rough day the next day.The naughtiness in him made him do the most terrible things, and when he did them he was so happy that he thought up new tricks as soon as they were done. Mrs. Brill, the cook, was baking cakes in the kitchen. "Michael, that's not okay," she said. "You can't mess with this basin. There's dough in it." At this he kicked Mrs. Brill so hard in the calf that she let down her rolling pin and gave a cry.

"You kicked too much Brill? Good Mrs. Brill? I'm so ashamed of you," said Mama after hearing Mrs. Brill's complaint a few minutes later. "You must apologize to her immediately. Say I'm sorry, Michael!" "I don't feel sorry, I'm happy. Her legs are too fat." He said.Before they could catch him he had run up the steps and into the garden.When he got there, he intentionally bumped into Robertson Ai.He was sleeping on the best pile of rock plants and woke up very angry. "I told your father!" he said threateningly to Michael. "I told him you didn't shine your shoes this morning." Michael said, a little surprised even to himself, because he and Jane had always spoken for Robertson E., loved him very much, and didn't want him to go away.

But he was only surprised for a while, and in a blink of an eye, he immediately wanted to do other naughty things next.He came up with an idea at once. From the side of the railed paddock he saw Miss Lark's Andrew sniffing critically at the next lawn for the best grass to eat.He is tenderly called Andrew.He took out a biscuit from his pocket and gave it to him.While Andrew was eating the biscuits, he hung his tail on a rail with a rope and ran away.I only heard Miss Lark shouting angrily behind him, and he was so excited that he was about to explode. The door to Pa's study was open, and Ellen had been dusting the books in there.So Michael did what he wasn't allowed to do.He went into the study, sat by his father's desk, took his father's pen to write and draw on the absorbent paper.Suddenly his elbow knocked over the inkpot, so that the chair, the table, the quills, and his best clothes were all splashed with blue ink.It was terrible, and Michael was really worried about what was going to happen.But he didn't care, he didn't feel sorry at all.

"The kid must be sick." Ellen came back suddenly.Find out that Michael got into trouble, go tell his mother, and my mother said after listening. "Michael, you need some fig syrup." "I'm not sick, I'm in better health than you." Michael said rudely. "Then you're naughty," his mother said. "You deserve to be punished." Indeed, five minutes later, Michael was in that soiled suit, facing the wall.Stand in the corner in the nursery. Jane wanted to talk to him while Aunt Mary was out of sight.But instead of answering, he stuck out his tongue at her.John and Barbara crawled across the floor, each clutching one of his shoes and giggling, and he pushed them away ferociously.

He was always so proud of his naughtiness that he didn't care. "I don't want it," he said to himself when he went for an afternoon walk in the park with Aunt Mary, Jane and the pram. "Don't dawdle." Aunt Mary looked back at him. But he dawdled on, rubbing the sides of his shoes on the pavement, trying to scratch the skin. Aunt Mary turned to him suddenly, one hand clutching the handlebar of the pram. "You," she said, "got out of bed on the wrong side this morning." "No," Michael said, "I don't have a wrong side of my bed."

"Every bed has a right side and a wrong side." Aunt Mary said with a straight face. "I don't have mine, it's against the wall." "That's the same. That counts as one side." Aunt Mary laughed at him. "Is the wrong side against the wall or not against the wall? I never get up on the side against the wall, so how can I say it's wrong?" "Both sides are wrong today, my Mr. Smart-witted!" "But I only get out of bed from one side, if I..." He still wanted to argue. "Speak again..." Aunt Mary spoke in an unusually fierce tone, and even Michael was a little nervous. "If you speak again, I will..."

She didn't say what to do, but he quickened his pace. "Let's go together, Michael," said Jane quietly. "You shut up," he said, too low for Aunt Mary to hear. "Come, my sir," said Aunt Mary, "please go first. I don't want you to dawdle any longer.Thanks for going ahead. " She pushed him in front of her. "Also," she went on, "there's something twinkling in the road over there. Thank you for picking it up for me. Maybe someone lost the jewelry." Michael didn't want to go, but he didn't dare not to go, and looked in the direction she pointed.Yes, something was shining on the road.It's fun to watch from a distance, the flashing light seems to be calling him.He walked over hesitantly, as slowly as possible, pretending that he really didn't want to see what it was.

He went there and stooped to pick up the shiny thing.It was like a small disk with a piece of glass embedded in it, and an arrow was drawn on the glass. Inside was a disc, which seemed to be covered with letters. When he moved the box, the disc would rotate slightly. Jane ran over, punched him behind his back and looked over. "What's that, Michael?" she asked. "I won't tell you," Michael said, though he didn't know what it was. "Aunt Mary, what's that?" Jane asked as the stroller rolled up beside them.Aunt Mary had taken the locket from Michael's hand. "It's mine," said Michael jealously. "No, it's mine," said Aunt Mary. "I saw it first." "But I'll pick it up." He tried to snatch it back, but Aunt Mary looked at him and his hand dropped. She turned the thing upside down, and the disk and its letters in the box shook rapidly in the sun. "What's it for?" Jane asked. "For traveling around the world," said Aunt Mary. "Bah!" said Michael. "Around the world by boat or by plane. I count them all. This box won't take you around the world." "Oh, can't you bring it?" Aunt Mary said, showing a strange expression that I understand better than you. "Just watch!" Holding the compass in her hand, she turned to the gate of the park and said, "North!" Letters fly around the arrow.The weather changed all of a sudden, it became very cold, and the cold wind made Jane and Michael close their eyes quickly.By the time they opened their eyes, the park was completely gone—not a single tree, not a single green chair, not a tarred path.All they could see was the big blue ice around them, and the frozen thick snow under their feet. "Oh, oh!" cried Jane, cold and startled.Shaking, he rushed to cover the twins with the blanket from the pram. "What's the matter with us?" Aunt Mary looked at Michael intently, and she had no time to answer, for at that moment an Eskimo emerged from a hole in a large block of ice, his round brown face wrapped in a white fur cap and a large fur coat . "Welcome to the North Pole, Mary Poppins and friends!" said the Eskimo with a welcoming smile.Then he came forward and wiped his nose with everyone one by one to say hello.At this time, another Mrs. Eskimo came out of the cave, holding an Eskimo doll wrapped in a sealskin scarf. "Oh, Mary, what an honor!" said the Mrs. Eskimo, wiping noses with each other. "You must be cold," she said, surprised to see how lightly dressed they all were. "Let me get you fur coats. We've just skinned two polar bears. You'll want some blubber soup, dear." of!" "I'm afraid we won't be able to stay long," answered Aunt Mary hastily. "We're just traveling around the world, just to see. But thank you for your kindness. Maybe we'll come back sometime." With a movement of her hand, she turned the compass and said. "South!" Jane and Michael felt that the whole world was spinning like a compass, and they were right there on the axis, as if the conductor had specially invited you to the center of the merry-go-round roulette. The earth revolves around them, and they feel warmer and warmer.By the time it stopped, they were standing by a grove of palm trees.The sun was very strong, surrounded by golden and silver sand, burning like fire under my feet. Under a palm tree sat a man and a woman, very dark and scantily clad.But he wore many beads—some hung from his feather crown, and some from his ears.Beads go around the neck and a beaded belt around the waist.On the neck of the black lady sat a naked black doll.Smile at the child when the mother talks. "I've been looking forward to you, Mary Poppins," she said, laughing, "and you're going to take these kids to my house and eat a slice of watermelon. Why, those two dolls are so white. Some black shoe polish Are they? Come on. You are very welcome." She laughed loudly and gaily, and stood up to bid them into the palm-leaf hut. Jane and Michael were about to follow, but Aunt Mary held them back. "Too bad we didn't have time to stay. You know, we stopped by here to see you. We're traveling the world..." she explained to the two black men, who threw up their hands in surprise. "Are you traveling, Mary Poppins?" said the man, wiping the large shield next to his cheek.looked at her with shining black eyes. "Around the world! My God, you've got nothing to do, right?" his wife said, laughing again, as if the whole life was one big joke.She was laughing there, and Aunt Mary turned the compass again, and said calmly and loudly, "Dong!" The globe turned again, and now—for a few seconds, it seemed to the startled children—there were no palm trees, and as soon as the globe stopped, they were in a street; on either side were strange-looking little houses.They look like paper, with little bell crotches hanging from the arched roof.Gently tinkling in the breeze.Beside the house grew almond and plum trees, with blossoming branches.Along the small street, people in strange flowered clothes are walking peacefully.It was a lovely peaceful sight. "I think we've arrived in China," (from the description, the author confuses China and Japan.) Michael whispered, "Yes, definitely!" As she spoke, she saw the door of a card house open, and a The old man comes out.He was dressed oddly in a gold satin kimono and silk trousers tucked into gold anklets.His shoes were turned up, very fashionable, and his long beard fell to his waist. Seeing Aunt Mary and a large group of children, the old man bowed so deeply that their heads touched the ground.Jane and Michael were surprised, and Aunt Mary bowed in the same way, and the daisy on her hat wiped the floor. "Where are your rules?" Aunt Mary raised her eyes to them in a rare gesture and whispered to them.She spoke so fiercely that they thought it best to bow, and the twins leaned their foreheads against the side of the pram. The old man stood up politely and spoke. "The venerable Mary Poppins," he said. "It is a great honor to come to my humble house. I implore you to bring these distinguished travelers into our house." He bowed again and waved to his house. Jane and Michael were amazed that they had never heard such strange and beautiful words.But it was still more surprising to hear Aunt Mary answer his invitation with the same polite words. "Your Excellency," she began, "it is with great regret that we, the humblest people you know, have to decline your solemn invitation. Lambs never leave their mothers, nor birds do not leave their nests. We do not want to leave our glorious Lord." .However, honorable lord, we are traveling around the world, we are just passing through your land, please forgive us and say goodbye.” The old man lowered his head and was about to bow again when Aunt Mary quickly turned the compass again. "West!" she said decisively. The earth spins so hard that Jane and Michael are dizzy.When it stopped they were following Aunt Mary hurriedly through the big pine woods to a clearing where some tents were round a big fire.Dark figures in feathers, tunics, and moccasins flickered in the firelight. The largest figure left the crowd and came to Aunt Mary and the children. "Mary the Morningstar," he said, "hello!" He bent to touch her forehead. Then he and the four children touched their heads one by one. "My hut is waiting to see you," he said in a friendly, stately voice, "and we are roasting wild deer for our supper." "Chief Day Sun," said Aunt Mary, "we're just passing by... We've come to say goodbye to you.We're traveling the world and this is the last stop. " "Ah? Is that so?" said the chief with interest, "I often want to travel around the world too. But you can definitely stay with us a little longer. As long as you can let this little guy," he nodded to Michael, "follow me The grandson of the sixth generation is as fast as the wind and compares his strength!" The chief clapped his hands. "Ahoy!" he cried, and a little Indian boy ran out of the tent.He walked quickly towards Michael and patted him on the shoulder as soon as he arrived. ' "See if you can catch up!" he said, running away like a wild rabbit. Michael was exactly what he wanted, and he jumped and chased after him.Jane followed them.The three of them were hiding among the trees.Kuai Rufeng took the lead, smiled, never let him catch up, and ran round and round around a big pine tree.Jane was left behind, exhausted, but Michael got angry, bared his teeth, and yelled and ran after him like the wind, determined not to let the Indian boy get ahead of him. "I'm coming after you!" he cried, running even faster. "What are you doing?" Aunt Mary asked bluntly. Michael looked back at her and stopped suddenly.When he turned around to chase after him, it was strange that he disappeared like the wind.The chief, tent, and fire were all gone.Not even a pine tree to be seen.There was only one garden chair and Jane, the twins and Aunt Mary stood in the middle of the garden. "You're running around the garden chair like you're crazy! I guess you've had enough naughty days. Come on!" said Aunt Mary. Michael pouted angrily. "Around the world in a minute and back - what a marvelous box!" said Jane joyfully. "Give me back my compass!" Michael demanded rudely. "It's mine, sorry," said Aunt Mary, putting it in her pocket. Michael looked at her like she was murdering, indeed, he was in the same mood as he was.But he just shrugged and strode away in front of them without saying a word to anyone. "One day I'll overtake that kid," he said confidently as he entered Seventeen and went upstairs... There was still a great deal of naughtiness in him.After the compass made him travel around the world, his naughtiness grew stronger and stronger, and in the evening he became more and more naughty.He pinched the twins while Aunt Mary wasn't paying attention, and when they were crying, he pretended to be kind and said, "What's the matter, baby, what's the matter with you?" But Aunt Mary wasn't fooled by him. "There's something wrong with you!" she said pointedly.But the mischievousness in his heart prevented him from taking this task to heart.He just shrugged and pulled Jane's hair again.Then he sat down at the supper table and lost his temper with his bread and milk. "Now," said Aunt Mary, "I never saw such a mischievous person. Never in my life have I seen one, so go! go! Go to bed, nothing to say! "He had never seen her look so terrible. But he still doesn't care. He went into the nursery and undressed.He doesn't care.He is no good if they are not paying attention.He could be even worse.He doesn't care at all.He hated everyone, and if they weren't paying attention, he'd run off to join the circus troupe. it is good!A button came off.Yes, this way you can save one buck in the morning. Pulled another one!better.Nothing in the world could make him feel ashamed.He would go to bed without combing his hair or brushing his teeth...and of course not saying his prayers. He was about to get into bed, put one foot up, when he saw the compass on top of the chest of drawers. Slowly he drew his feet back and walked across the room on tiptoe.He knows what he's going to do.He wants to take down the compass.Turn it around the world.We will never find him again.They deserve it.He took the chair without a sound and put it in front of the chest of drawers, then climbed up on the chair and picked up the compass. He turns it. "North, south, east, west!" he said quickly, to get away while no one was coming. A sound behind the chair startled him.He immediately turned his face as if he had done something wrong, thinking that he would see Aunt Mary, but what he saw was four giants approaching him-an Eskimo with a spear, and a black woman with her husband's big club. , a yellow man with a machete, and a red Indian with a tomahawk.They rushed over from the four corners of the room with their weapons raised high. They were not at all friendly like they had seen this afternoon, but now they were fierce.They were almost above his head, their great, ghastly, angry faces lowering toward him, drawing nearer and nearer.He felt the heat of his breath against his face and saw their weapons quivering in their hands. Jinker yelled and dropped the compass in his hand. "Aunt Mary. Aunt Mary... help, help!" he screamed, eyes closed. He felt something soft and warm wrapping around him.oh what is thisThe Eskimo's fur coat, the Indian's buckskin coat, the black lady's feather?Which of them was it that captured him?Oh, as long as he is not bad, as long as he is not bad! "Aunt Mary!" He yelled anxiously, only to feel himself being picked up and placed on something softer. ""Oh, dear Aunt Mary! " "Okay, okay. I'm not deaf, please speak well and don't bark." He heard her speak quietly. He opened one eye.He couldn't see the shadows of the four giants turned by the compass.He opened one more eye to see clearly.No, not even a trace of them.He sits up.He looked around the room.There was no one there. "What... what happened?" he asked Aunt Mary anxiously. "Didn't I say that's my compass? Thank you for not touching my things." After she finished speaking, she bent down and picked up the compass and put it in her pocket. Then she started to fold the clothes he had thrown on the floor last night. "Let me fold it, please?" he said. "no thanks." He watched her go into the next room.Then she came back and put something warm in his hand.This is a glass of milk. Michael sipped the milk, tasting each drop several times with his tongue, trying to buy as long as possible so that Aunt Mary was by his side. She stood there silently, watching the milk go down little by little.He smelled the white apron she had worn and the faint scent of baked bread that she always had.Although he drank slowly, a glass of milk could not last a lifetime.Finally he sighed and returned the empty glass to her.Get under the quilt.He thought, He never knew it was so comfortable.He also thought, how warm, how happy, how happy it is to be alive. "Aunt Mary, isn't it funny I said?" he said drowsily, "I was so naughty, and now I feel so good." "Hmm!" Aunt Mary tucked the quilt for him and went to wash the dishes.