Матильда

           Whenhegothomethateveninghestillcouldn’tgetthehatoff."Don’tbesilly,"hiswifesaid."Comehere.I’lltakeitoffforyou."

           Shegavethehatasharpyank.Mr.Wormwoodletoutayellthatrattledthewindow-panes."Ow-w-w!"hescreamed."Don’tdothat!Letgo!You’lltakehalftheskinoffmyforehead!"

           Matilda,nestlinginherusualchair,waswatchingthisperformanceovertherimofherbookwithsomeinterest.

           "What’sthematter,daddy?"shesaid."Hasyourheadsuddenlyswollenorsomething?"

           Thefatherglaredathisdaughterwithdeepsuspicion,butsaidnothing.Howcouldhe?Mrs.Wormwoodsaidtohim,"ItmustbeSuperglue.Itcouldn’tbeanythingelse.That’llteachyoutogoplayingroundwithnastystufflikethat.Iexpectyouweretryingtostickanotherfeatherinyourhat."

           "Ihaven’ttouchedtheflamingstuff!"Mr.Wormwoodshouted.HeturnedandlookedagainatMatildawholookedbackathimwithlargeinnocentbrowneyes.

           Mrs.Wormwoodsaidtohim,"Youshouldreadthelabelonthetubebeforeyoustartmessingwithdangerousproducts.Alwaysfollowtheinstructionsonthelabel."

           "Whatinheaven’snameareyoutalkingabout,youstupidwitch?"Mr.Wormwoodshouted,clutchingthebrimofhishattostopanyonetryingtopullitoffagain."D’youthinkI’msostupidI’dgluethisthingtomyheadonpurpose?"

           Matildasaid,"There’saboydowntheroadwhogotsomeSuperglueonhisfingerwithoutknowingitandthenheputhisfingertohisnose."

           Mr.Wormwoodjumped."Whathappenedtohim?"hespluttered.