Матильда
The Practice
Thensuddenlyshewassoexhaustedshefellbackonthebedandwenttosleep.
Thatwashowhermotherfoundherlaterintheevening."What’sthematterwithyou?"themothersaid,wakingherup."Areyouill?"
"Ohgosh,"Matildasaid,sittingupandlookingaround."No.
I’mallright.Iwasabittired,that’sall."
Fromthenon,everydayafterschool,Matildashutherselfinherroomandpractisedwiththecigar.Andsoonitallbegantocometogetherinthemostwonderfulway.Sixdayslater,bythefollowingWednesdayevening,shewasablenotonlytoliftthecigarupintotheairbutalsotomoveitaroundexactlyasshewished.Itwasbeautiful."Icandoit!"shecried.
"Icanreallydoit!Icanpickthecigarupjustwithmyeye-powerandpushitandpullitintheairanywayIwant!"
Allshehadtodonowwastoputhergreatplanintoaction.
