" Huh!" said the Starling contemptuously. "Look at ‘em! They think they’re the World’s Wonders. Little miracles—-I don’t think! Of course you’ll forget the wind’s language—same as Jane and Michael."
" We won’t," said the Twins, looking at the Starling as if they would like to murder him.
The Starling jeered.
" I say you will," he insisted. " It isn’t your fault, of course," he added more kindly. " You’ll forget because you just can’t help it. There never was a human being that remembered after the age of one—at the very latest—-except, of course, Her." And he jerked his head over his shoulder at Mary Poppins.
" But why can she remember and not us?" said John.
" A-a-a-h! She’s different. She’s the Great Exception. Can’t go by her," said the Starling, grinning at them both.
John and Barbara were silent. The Starling went on explaining.
" She’s something special, you see. Not in the matter of looks, of course. One of my day-old chicks is handsomer than Mary P ever was."