Матильда

           Andnow,herewasMatildasittingintheclassroomwithacuriouslyexaltedlookonherfaceandaskingifshecouldhaveaprivatetalk.MissHoneyhadneverseenherlookingsowide-eyedandpeculiarbefore.

           "Yes,Matilda,"shesaid."Tellmewhathashappenedtoyouthatissopeculiar."

           "MissTrunchbullisn’tgoingtoexpelme,isshe?"Matildaasked."Becauseitwasn’tmewhoputthatcreatureinherjugofwater.Ipromiseyouitwasn’t."

           "Iknowitwasn’t,"MissHoneysaid.

           "AmIgoingtobeexpelled?"

           "Ithinknot,"MissHoneysaid."TheHeadmistresssimplygotalittleover-excited,that’sall."

           "Good,"Matildasaid."Butthatisn’twhatIwanttotalktoyouabout."

           "Whatdoyouwanttotalktomeabout,Matilda?"

           "Iwanttotalktoyouabouttheglassofwaterwiththecreatureinit,"Matildasaid."YousawitspillingalloverMissTrunchbull,didn’tyou?"

           "Ididindeed."

           "Well,MissHoney,Ididn’ttouchit.Ineverwentnearit."

           "Iknowyoudidn’t,"MissHoneysaid."YouheardmetellingtheHeadmistressthatitcouldn’tpossiblyhavebeenyou."

           "Ah,butitwasme,MissHoney,"Matildasaid."That’sexactlywhatIwanttotalktoyouabout."

           MissHoneypausedandlookedcarefullyatthechild."Idon’tthinkIquitefollowyou,"shesaid.

           "IgotsoangryatbeingaccusedofsomethingIhadn’tdonethatImadeithappen."

           "Youmadewhathappen,Matilda?"

           "Imadetheglasstipover."

           "Istilldon’tquiteunderstandwhatyoumean,"MissHoneysaidgently.

           "Ididitwithmyeyes,"Matildasaid.