Матильда
The Third Miracle
"Myfathersayscoldwateristhebestwaytowakeupsomeonewho’sfainted,"hesaid,andwiththathetippedtheentirecontentsofthejugovertheTrunchbull’shead.Noone,notevenMissHoney,protested.
AsforMatilda,shecontinuedtositmotionlessatherdesk.Shewasfeelingcuriouslyelated.Shefeltasthoughshehadtouchedsomethingthatwasnotquiteofthisworld,thehighestpointoftheheavens,thefartheststar.Shehadfeltmostwonderfullythepowersurgingupbehindhereyes,gushinglikeawarmfluidinsideherskull,andhereyeshadbecomescorchinghot,hotterthaneverbefore,andthingshadcomeburstingoutofhereye-socketsandthenthepieceofchalkhadlifteditselfupandhadbeguntowrite.Itseemedasthoughshehadhardlydoneanything,ithadallbeensosimple.
Theschoolmatron,followedbyfiveteachers,threewomenandtwomen,camerushingintotheroom.
"Bygolly,somebody’sflooredheratlast!"criedoneofthemen,grinning."Congratulations,MissHoney!"
"Whothrewthewateroverher?"askedthematron.
"Idid,"saidNigelproudly.
"Goodforyou,"anotherteachersaid."Shallwegetsomemore?"
"Stopthat,"thematronsaid."Wemustcarryheruptothesick-room."
Ittookallfiveteachersandthematrontolifttheenormouswomanandstaggerwithheroutoftheroom.
MissHoneysaidtotheclass,"Ithinkyou’dallbettergoouttotheplaygroundandamuseyourselvesuntilthenextlesson."Thensheturnedandwalkedovertotheblackboardandcarefullywipedoutallthechalkwriting
