Матильда
A New Home
Andnowsomebody’sprobablytippedhimoffthatthepoliceareontohimandhe’sdoingwhattheyalldo,runningofftoSpainwheretheycan’tgethim.He’llhavebeensendinghismoneyoutthereforyears,allreadyandwaitingforhimtoarrive."
Theywerestandingonthelawninfrontofthelovelyred-brickhousewithitsweatheredoldredtilesanditstallchimneys,andMissHoneystillhadthepairofgardenclippersinonehand.Itwasawarmgoldeneveningandablackbirdwassingingsomewherenearby.
"Idon’twanttogowiththem!"Matildashoutedsuddenly.
"Iwon’tgowiththem."
"I’mafraidyoumust,"MissHoneysaid.
"Iwanttoliveherewithyou,"Matildacriedout."Pleaseletmeliveherewithyou!"
"Ionlywishyoucould,"MissHoneysaid."ButI’mafraidit’snotpossible.Youcannotleaveyourparentsjustbecauseyouwantto.Theyhavearighttotakeyouwiththem."
"Butwhatiftheyagreed?"Matildacriedeagerly."Whatiftheysaidyes,Icanstaywithyou?Wouldyouletmestaywithyouthen?"
MissHoneysaidsoftly,"Yes,thatwouldbeheaven.""Well,Ithinktheymight!"Matildacried."Ihonestlythinktheymight!Theydon’tactuallycaretuppenceaboutme!"
"Notsofast,"MissHoneysaid.
"We’vegottobefast!"Matildacried."They’releavinganymoment!Comeon!"sheshouted,graspingMissHoney’shand.
