Матильда
The First Miracle
Shelongedtomarchupandgrabtheglassandtipthecontents,newtandall,overtheTrunchbull’shead.ShetrembledtothinkwhattheTrunchbullwoulddotoherifshedidthat.
TheTrunchbullwassittingbehindtheteacher’stablestaringwithamixtureofhorrorandfascinationatthenewtwrigglingintheglass.Matilda’seyeswerealsorivetedontheglass.Andnow,quiteslowly,therebegantocreepoverMatildaamostextraordinaryandpeculiarfeeling.Thefeelingwasmostlyintheeyes.Akindofelectricityseemedtobegatheringinsidethem.Asenseofpowerwasbrewinginthoseeyesofhers,afeelingofgreatstrengthwassettlingitselfdeepinsidehereyes.Buttherewasalsoanotherfeelingwhichwassomethingelsealtogether,andwhichshecouldnotunderstand.Itwaslikeflashesoflightning.Littlewavesoflightningseemedtobeflashingoutofhereyes.Hereyeballswerebeginningtogethot,asthoughvastenergywasbuildingupsomewhereinsidethem.Itwasanamazingsensation.Shekepthereyessteadilyontheglass,andnowthepowerwasconcentratingitselfinonesmallpartofeacheyeandgrowingstrongerandstrongeranditfeltasthoughmillionsoftinylittleinvisiblearmswithhandsonthemwereshootingoutofhereyestowardstheglassshewasstaringat.
"Tipit!"Matildawhispered."Tipitover!"
Shesawtheglasswobble.Itactuallytiltedbackwardsafractionofaninch,thenrighteditselfagain.
