Матильда
The Second Miracle
Matilda,sittinginthesecondrowabouttenfeetawayfromMissHoney,putherelbowsonthedeskandcuppedherfaceinherhands,andthistimeshegavetheorderrightatthebeginning."Tipglass,tip!"sheordered,butherlipsdidn’tmoveandshemadenosound.Shesimplyshoutedthewordsinsideherhead.Andnowsheconcentratedthewholeofhermindandherbrainandherwillupintohereyesandonceagainbutmuchmorequicklythanbeforeshefelttheelectricitygatheringandthepowerwasbeginningtosurgeandthehotnesswascomingintotheeyeballs,andthenthemillionsoftinyinvisiblearmswithhandsonthemwereshootingouttowardstheglass,andwithoutmakinganysoundatallshekeptonshoutinginsideherheadfortheglasstogoover.Shesawitwobble,thenittilted,thenittoppledrightoverandfellwithatinkleontothetable-topnottwelveinchesfromMissHoney’sfoldedarms.
MissHoney’smouthdroppedopenandhereyesstretchedsowideyoucouldseethewhitesallround.Shedidn’tsayaword.Shecouldn’t.Theshockofseeingthemiracleperformedhadstruckherdumb.Shegapedattheglass,leaningwellawayfromitnowasthoughitmightbeadangerousthing.ThenslowlysheliftedheadandlookedatMatilda.Shesawthechildwhiteintheface,aswhiteaspaper,tremblingallover,theeyesglazed,staringstraightaheadandseeingnothing.Thewholefacewastransfigured,theeyesroundandbrightandshewassittingtherespeechless,quitebeautifulinablazeofsilence
