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Veruca in the Nut Room
’Quiteright,mydear,’saidMrSalt. ’Nowseehere,Wonka,’headded,’Ithinkyou’vegonejustashadetoofarthistime,Idoindeed. Mydaughtermaybeabitofafrump—Idon’tmindadmittingit—butthatdoesn’tmeanyoucanroasthertoacrisp. I’llhaveyouknowI’mextremelycrossaboutthis,Ireallyam.’
’Oh,don’tbecross,mydearsir!’saidMrWonka. ’Iexpectshe’llturnupagainsoonerorlater. Shemaynotevenhavegonedownatall. Shemaybestuckinthechutejustbelowtheentrancehole,andifthat’sthecase,allyou’llhavetodoisgoinandpullherupagain.’
Hearingthis,bothMrandMrsSaltdashedintotheNutRoomandranovertotheholeinthefloorandpeeredin.
’Veruca!’shoutedMrsSalt.’Areyoudownthere!’
Therewasnoanswer.
MrsSaltbentfurtherforwardtogetacloserlook. Shewasnowkneelingrightontheedgeoftheholewithherheaddownandherenormousbehindstickingupintheairlikeagiantmushroom. Itwasadangerouspositiontobein. Sheneededonlyonetinylittlepush...onegentlenudgeintherightplace...andthatisexactlywhatthesquirrelsgaveher! Overshetoppled,intotheholeheadfirst,screechinglikeaparrot.
’Goodgraciousme!’saidMrSalt,ashewatchedhisfatwifegotumblingdownthehole,’whatalotofrubbishthere’sgoingtobetoday!’Hesawherdisappearingintothedarkness. ’What’sitlikedownthere,Angina?’hecalledout. Heleanedfurtherforward.
