Матильда
The First Miracle
Shekeptpushingatitwithallthosemillionsofinvisiblelittlearmsandhandsthatwerereachingoutfromhereyes,feelingthepowerthatwasflashingstraightfromthetwolittleblackdotsintheverycentresofhereyeballs.
"Tipit!"shewhisperedagain."Tipitover!"
Oncemoretheglasswobbled.Shepushedharderstill,willinghereyestoshootoutmorepower.Andthen,veryveryslowly,soslowlyshecouldhardlyseeithappening,theglassbegantoleanbackwards,fartherandfartherandfartherbackwardsuntilitwasbalancingonjustoneedgeofitsbase.Andthereitteeteredforafewsecondsbeforefinallytopplingoverandfallingwithasharptinkleontothedesk-top.ThewaterinitandthesquirmingnewtsplashedoutalloverMissTrunchbull’senormousbosom.Theheadmistressletoutayellthatmusthaverattledeverywindow-paneinthebuildingandforthesecondtimeinthelastfiveminutessheshotoutofherchairlikearocket.Thenewtclutcheddesperatelyatthecottonsmockwhereitcoveredthegreatchestandthereitclungwithitslittleclaw-likefeet.TheTrunchbulllookeddownandsawitandshebellowedevenlouderandwithaswipeofherhandshesentthecreatureflyingacrosstheclass-room.ItlandedonthefloorbesideLavender’sdeskandveryquicklysheduckeddownandpickeditupandputitintoherpencil-boxforanothertime.Anewt,shedecided,wasausefulthingtohavearound.
TheTrunchbull,herfacemorelikeaboiledhamthanever,wasstandingbeforetheclassquiveringwithfury.
