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Matilda
said
,
"
Grown
-
ups
do
it
too
,
mummy
.
I
saw
you
doing
it
yesterday
in
the
kitchen
.
"
"
That
’
s
quite
enough
from
you
,
"
Mrs
.
Wormwood
said
,
turning
pink
.
Mr
.
Wormwood
had
to
keep
his
hat
on
all
through
supper
in
front
of
the
television
.
He
looked
ridiculous
and
he
stayed
very
silent
.
When
he
went
up
to
bed
he
tried
again
to
get
the
thing
off
,
and
so
did
his
wife
,
but
it
wouldn
’
t
budge
.
"
How
am
I
going
to
have
my
shower
?
"
he
demanded
.
"
You
’
ll
just
have
to
do
without
it
,
won
’
t
you
,
"
his
wife
told
him
.
And
later
on
,
as
she
watched
her
skinny
little
husband
skulking
around
the
bedroom
in
his
purple
-
striped
pyjamas
with
a
pork
-
pie
hat
on
his
head
,
she
thought
how
stupid
he
looked
.
Hardly
the
kind
of
man
a
wife
dreams
about
,
she
told
herself
.
Mr
.
Wormwood
discovered
that
the
worst
thing
about
having
a
permanent
hat
on
his
head
was
having
to
sleep
in
it
.
It
was
impossible
to
lie
comfortably
on
the
pillow
.
"
Now
do
stop
fussing
around
,
"
his
wife
said
to
him
after
he
had
been
tossing
and
turning
for
about
an
hour
.
"
I
expect
it
will
be
loose
by
the
morning
and
then
it
’
ll
slip
off
easily
.
"
But
it
wasn
’
t
loose
by
the
morning
and
it
wouldn
’
t
slip
off
.
So
Mrs
.
Wormwood
took
a
pair
of
scissors
and
cut
the
thing
off
his
head
,
bit
by
bit
,
first
the
top
and
then
the
brim
.
Where
the
inner
band
had
stuck
to
the
hair
all
around
the
sides
and
back
,
she
had
to
chop
the
hair
off
right
to
the
skin
so
that
he
finished
up
with
a
bald
white
ring
round
his
head
,
like
some
sort
of
a
monk
.
And
in
the
front
,
where
the
band
had
stuck
directly
to
the
bare
skin
,
there
remained
a
whole
lot
of
small
patches
of
brown
leathery
stuff
that
no
amount
of
washing
would
get
off
.
At
breakfast
Matilda
said
to
him
,
"
You
must
try
to
get
those
bits
off
your
forehead
,
daddy
.
It
looks
as
though
you
’
ve
got
little
brown
insects
crawling
about
all
over
you
.
People
will
think
you
’
ve
got
lice
.
"
"
Be
quiet
!
"
the
father
snapped
.
"
Just
keep
your
nasty
mouth
shut
,
will
you
!
"
