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All
in
all
it
was
a
most
satisfactory
exercise
.
But
it
was
surely
too
much
to
hope
that
it
had
taught
the
father
a
permanent
lesson
.
There
was
comparative
calm
in
the
Wormwood
household
for
about
a
week
after
the
Superglue
episode
.
The
experience
had
clearly
chastened
Mr
.
Wormwood
and
he
seemed
temporarily
to
have
lost
his
taste
for
boasting
and
bullying
.
Then
suddenly
he
struck
again
.
Perhaps
he
had
had
a
bad
day
at
the
garage
and
had
not
sold
enough
crummy
second
-
hand
cars
.
There
are
many
things
that
make
a
man
irritable
when
he
arrives
home
from
work
in
the
evening
and
a
sensible
wife
will
usually
notice
the
storm
-
signals
and
will
leave
him
alone
until
he
simmers
down
.
When
Mr
.
Wormwood
arrived
back
from
the
garage
that
evening
his
face
was
as
dark
as
a
thundercloud
and
somebody
was
clearly
for
the
high
-
jump
pretty
soon
.
His
wife
recognised
the
signs
immediately
and
made
herself
scarce
.
He
then
strode
into
the
living
-
room
.
Matilda
happened
to
be
curled
up
in
an
arm
-
chair
in
the
corner
,
totally
absorbed
in
a
book
.
Mr
.
Wormwood
switched
on
the
television
.
The
screen
lit
up
.
The
programme
blared
.
Mr
.
Wormwood
glared
at
Matilda
.
She
hadn
’
t
moved
.
She
had
somehow
trained
herself
by
now
to
block
her
ears
to
the
ghastly
sound
of
the
dreaded
box
.
She
kept
right
on
reading
,
and
for
some
reason
this
infuriated
the
father
.
Perhaps
his
anger
was
intensified
because
he
saw
her
getting
pleasure
from
something
that
was
beyond
his
reach
.
"
Don
’
t
you
ever
stop
reading
?
"
he
snapped
at
her
.
"
Oh
,
hello
daddy
,
"
she
said
pleasantly
.
"
Did
you
have
a
good
day
?
"
"
What
is
this
trash
?
"
he
said
,
snatching
the
book
from
her
hands
.
"
It
isn
’
t
trash
,
daddy
,
it
’
s
lovely
.
It
’
s
called
The
Red
Pony
.
It
’
s
by
John
Steinbeck
,
an
American
writer
.
Why
don
’
t
you
try
it
?
You
’
ll
love
it
.
"
"
Filth
,
"
Mr
.
Wormwood
said
.
"
If
it
’
s
by
an
American
it
’
s
certain
to
be
filth
.
That
’
s
all
they
write
about
.
"
"
No
daddy
,
it
’
s
beautiful
,
honestly
it
is
.
It
’
s
about
.
.
.
"
"
I
don
’
t
want
to
know
what
it
’
s
about
,
"
Mr
.
Wormwood
barked
.
"
I
’
m
fed
up
with
your
reading
anyway
.
Go
and
find
yourself
something
useful
to
do
.
"
With
frightening
suddenness
he
now
began
ripping
the
pages
out
of
the
book
in
handfuls
and
throwing
them
in
the
waste
-
paper
basket
.
