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Matilda
’
s
brother
Michael
was
a
perfectly
normal
boy
,
but
the
sister
,
as
I
said
,
was
something
to
make
your
eyes
pop
.
By
the
age
of
one
and
a
half
her
speech
was
perfect
and
she
knew
as
many
words
as
most
grown
-
ups
.
The
parents
,
instead
of
applauding
her
,
called
her
a
noisy
chatterbox
and
told
her
sharply
that
small
girls
should
be
seen
and
not
heard
.
By
the
time
she
was
three
,
Matilda
had
taught
herself
to
read
by
studying
newspapers
and
magazines
that
lay
around
the
house
.
At
the
age
of
four
,
she
could
read
fast
and
well
and
she
naturally
began
hankering
after
books
.
The
only
book
in
the
whole
of
this
enlightened
household
was
something
called
Easy
Cooking
belonging
to
her
mother
,
and
when
she
had
read
this
from
cover
to
cover
and
had
learnt
all
the
recipes
by
heart
,
she
decided
she
wanted
something
more
interesting
.
"
Daddy
,
"
she
said
,
"
do
you
think
you
could
buy
me
a
book
?
"
"
A
book
?
"
he
said
.
"
What
d
’
you
want
a
flaming
book
for
?
"
"
To
read
,
Daddy
.
"
"
What
’
s
wrong
with
the
telly
,
for
heaven
’
s
sake
?
We
’
ve
got
a
lovely
telly
with
a
twelve
-
inch
screen
and
now
you
come
asking
for
a
book
!
You
’
re
getting
spoiled
,
my
girl
!
"
Nearly
every
weekday
afternoon
Matilda
was
left
alone
in
the
house
.
Her
brother
(
five
years
older
than
her
)
went
to
school
.
Her
father
went
to
work
and
her
mother
went
out
playing
bingo
in
a
town
eight
miles
away
.
Mrs
.
Wormwood
was
hooked
on
bingo
and
played
it
five
afternoons
a
week
.
On
the
afternoon
of
the
day
when
her
father
had
refused
to
buy
her
a
book
,
Matilda
set
out
all
by
herself
to
walk
to
the
public
library
in
the
village
.
When
she
arrived
,
she
introduced
herself
to
the
librarian
,
Mrs
.
Phelps
.
She
asked
if
she
might
sit
awhile
and
read
a
book
.
Mrs
.
Phelps
,
slightly
taken
aback
at
the
arrival
of
such
a
tiny
girl
unacccompanied
by
a
parent
,
nevertheless
told
her
she
was
very
welcome
.
"
Where
are
the
children
’
s
books
please
?
"
Matilda
asked
.
"
They
’
re
over
there
on
those
lower
shelves
,
"
Mrs
.
Phelps
told
her
.
"
Would
you
like
me
to
help
you
find
a
nice
one
with
lots
of
pictures
in
it
?
"
"
No
,
thank
you
,
"
Matilda
said
.
"
I
’
m
sure
I
can
manage
.
"
From
then
on
,
every
afternoon
,
as
soon
as
her
mother
had
left
for
bingo
,
Matilda
would
toddle
down
to
the
library
.
The
walk
took
only
ten
minutes
and
this
allowed
her
two
glorious
hours
sitting
quietly
by
herself
in
a
cosy
corner
devouring
one
book
after
another
.
When
she
had
read
every
single
children
’
s
book
in
the
place
,
she
started
wandering
round
in
search
of
something
else
.
Mrs
.
Phelps
,
who
had
been
watching
her
with
fascination
for
the
past
few
weeks
,
now
got
up
from
her
desk
and
went
over
to
her
.
"
Can
I
help
you
,
Matilda
?
"
she
asked
.
