Матильда
The Weekly Test
Thenshemarchedbacktothefrontoftheclass,dustingoffherhandsoneagainsttheotherlikesomeonewhohasbeenhandlingsomethingrathergrimy.
"That’sthewaytomakethemlearn,MissHoney,"shesaid."Youtakeitfromme,it’snogoodjusttellingthem.You’vegottohammeritintothem.There’snothinglikealittletwistingandtwiddlingtoencouragethemtorememberthings.Itconcentratestheirmindswonderfully."
"Youcoulddothempermanentdamage,MissTrunchbull,"
MissHoneycriedout.
"Oh,Ihave,I’mquitesureIhave,"theTrunchbullanswered,grinning."Eric’searswillhavestretchedquiteconsiderablyinthelastcoupleofminutes!They’llbemuchlongernowthantheywerebefore.There’snothingwrongwiththat,MissHoney.It’llgivehimaninterestingpixielookfortherestofhislife."
"ButMissTrunchbull..."
"Oh,doshutup,MissHoney!You’reaswetasanyofthem.Ifyoucan’tcopeinherethenyoucangoandfindajobinsomecotton-woolprivateschoolforrichbrats.WhenyouhavebeenteachingforaslongasIhaveyou’llrealisethatit’snogoodatallbeingkindtochildren.ReadNicholasNickleby,MissHoney,byMrDickens.ReadaboutMrWackfordSqueers,theadmirableheadmasterofDotheboysHall.Heknewhowtohandlethelittlebrutes,didn’the!Heknewhowtousethebirch,didn’the!Hekepttheirbacksidessowarmyoucouldhavefriedeggsandbacononthem!Afinebook,that.
