Матильда
The Ghost
"I’llgiveyouallmynextweek’spocket-money,"Matildasaid.
Thatwasdifferent.Fredthoughtaboutitforafewseconds."Allright,then,"hesaid,"Ifyoupromisetoreturnhimtomorrow."
Matildastaggeredbacktoherownemptyhousecarryingthetallcageinbothhands.Therewasalargefireplaceinthedining-roomandshenowsetaboutwedgingthecageupthechimneyandoutofsight.Thiswasn’tsoeasy,butshemanageditintheend.
"Hullo,hullo,hullo!"thebirdcalleddowntoher."Hullo,hullo!"
"Shutup,younut!"Matildasaid,andshewentouttowashthesootoffherhands.
Thateveningwhilethemother,thefather,thebrotherandMatildawerehavingsupperasusualintheliving-roominfrontofthetelevision,avoicecameloudandclearfromthedining-roomacrossthehall."Hullo,hullo,hullo,"itsaid.
"Harry!"criedthemother,turningwhite."There’ssomeoneinthehouse!Iheardavoice!"
"SodidI!"thebrothersaid.Matildajumpedupandswitchedoffthetelly."Ssshh!"shesaid."Listen!"
Theyallstoppedeatingandsatthereverytense,listening.
"Hullo,hullo,hullo!"camethevoiceagain.
"Thereitis!"criedthebrother.
"It’sburglars!"hissedthemother."They’reinthedining-room!"
"Ithinktheyare,"thefathersaid,sittingtight.
"Thengoandcatchthem,Harry!"hissedthemother."Gooutandcollarthemred-handed!"
Thefatherdidn’tmove.Heseemedinnohurrytodashoffandbeahero.Hisfacehadturnedgrey.
"Getonwithit!"hissedthemother.