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"
It
made
you
feel
pretty
peculiar
,
didn
’
t
it
?
"
"
It
made
me
feel
lovely
,
"
Matilda
said
.
"
For
a
moment
or
two
I
was
flying
past
the
stars
on
silver
wings
.
I
told
you
that
.
And
shall
I
tell
you
something
else
,
Miss
Honey
?
It
was
easier
the
second
time
,
much
much
easier
.
I
think
it
’
s
like
anything
else
,
the
more
you
practise
it
,
the
easier
it
gets
.
"
Miss
Honey
was
walking
slowly
so
that
the
small
child
could
keep
up
with
her
without
trotting
too
fast
,
and
it
was
very
peaceful
out
there
on
the
narrow
road
now
that
the
village
was
behind
them
.
It
was
one
of
those
golden
autumn
afternoons
and
there
were
blackberries
and
splashes
of
old
man
’
s
beard
in
the
hedges
,
and
the
hawthorn
berries
were
ripening
scarlet
for
the
birds
when
the
cold
winter
came
along
.
There
were
tall
trees
here
and
there
on
either
side
,
oak
and
sycamore
and
ash
and
occasionally
a
sweet
chestnut
.
Miss
Honey
,
wishing
to
change
the
subject
for
the
moment
,
gave
the
names
of
all
these
to
Matilda
and
taught
her
how
to
recognise
them
by
the
shape
of
their
leaves
and
the
pattern
of
the
bark
on
their
trunks
.
Matilda
took
all
this
in
and
stored
the
knowledge
away
carefully
in
her
mind
.
They
came
finally
to
a
gap
in
the
hedge
on
the
left
-
hand
side
of
the
road
where
there
was
a
five
-
barred
gate
.
"
This
way
,
"
Miss
Honey
said
,
and
she
opened
the
gate
and
led
Matilda
through
and
closed
it
again
.
They
were
now
walking
along
a
narrow
lane
that
was
no
more
than
a
rutted
cart
-
track
.
There
was
a
high
hedge
of
hazel
on
either
side
and
you
could
see
clusters
of
ripe
brown
nuts
in
their
green
jackets
.
The
squirrels
would
be
collecting
them
all
very
soon
,
Miss
Honey
said
,
and
storing
them
away
carefully
for
the
bleak
months
ahead
.
"
You
mean
you
live
down
here
?
"
Matilda
asked
.
"
I
do
,
"
Miss
Honey
replied
,
but
she
said
no
more
.
Matilda
had
never
once
stopped
to
think
about
where
Miss
Honey
might
be
living
.
She
had
always
regarded
her
purely
as
a
teacher
,
a
person
who
turned
up
out
of
nowhere
and
taught
at
school
and
then
went
away
again
.
Do
any
of
us
children
,
she
wondered
,
ever
stop
to
ask
ourselves
where
our
teachers
go
when
school
is
over
for
the
day
?
Do
we
wonder
if
they
live
alone
,
or
if
there
is
a
mother
at
home
or
a
sister
or
a
husband
?
"
Do
you
live
all
by
yourself
,
Miss
Honey
?
"
she
asked
.
"
Yes
,
"
Miss
Honey
said
.
"
Very
much
so
.
"
