The First Miracle

Matildasatdownagainatherdesk.TheTrunchbullseatedherselfbehindtheteacher’stable.Itwasthefirsttimeshehadsatdownduringthelesson.Thenshereachedoutahandandtookholdofherwater-jug.Stillholdingthejugbythehandlebutnotliftingityet,shesaid,"Ihaveneverbeenabletounderstandwhysmallchildrenaresodisgusting.Theyarethebaneofmylife.Theyarelikeinsects.Theyshouldbegotridofasearlyaspossible.Wegetridofflieswithfly-sprayandbyhangingupfly-paper.Ihaveoftenthoughtofinventingasprayforgettingridofsmallchildren.Howsplendiditwouldbetowalkintothisclassroomwithagiganticspray-guninmyhandsandstartpumpingit.Orbetterstill,somehugestripsofstickypaper.Iwouldhangthemallroundtheschoolandyou’dallgetstucktothemandthatwouldbetheendofit.Wouldn’tthatbeagoodidea,MissHoney?"

"Ifit’smeanttobeajoke,Headmistress,Idon’tthinkit’saveryfunnyone,"MissHoneysaidfromthebackoftheclass.

"Youwouldn’t,wouldyou,MissHoney,"theTrunchbullsaid."Andit’snotmeanttobeajoke.Myideaofaperfectschool,MissHoney,isonethathasnochildreninitatall.

OneofthesedaysIshallstartupaschoollikethat.Ithinkitwillbeverysuccessful."

Thewoman’smad,MissHoneywastellingherself.She’sroundthetwist.She’stheonewhooughttobegotridof.

TheTrunchbullnowliftedthelargeblueporcelainwater-jugandpouredsomewaterintoherglass.

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