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Mr
.
Wormwood
followed
her
to
the
front
-
door
and
said
,
"
Good
of
you
to
come
,
Miss
Hawkes
,
or
is
it
Miss
Harris
?
"
"
It
’
s
neither
,
"
Miss
Honey
said
,
"
but
let
it
go
.
"
And
away
she
went
.
The
nice
thing
about
Matilda
was
that
if
you
had
met
her
casually
and
talked
to
her
you
would
have
thought
she
was
a
perfectly
normal
five
-
and
-
a
-
half
-
year
-
old
child
.
She
displayed
almost
no
outward
signs
of
her
brilliance
and
she
never
showed
off
.
"
This
is
a
very
sensible
and
quiet
little
girl
,
"
you
would
have
said
to
yourself
.
And
unless
for
some
reason
you
had
started
a
discussion
with
her
about
literature
or
mathematics
,
you
would
never
have
known
the
extent
of
her
brain
-
power
.
It
was
therefore
easy
for
Matilda
to
make
friends
with
other
children
.
All
those
in
her
class
liked
her
.
They
knew
of
course
that
she
was
"
clever
"
because
they
had
heard
her
being
questioned
by
Miss
Honey
on
the
first
day
of
term
.
And
they
knew
also
that
she
was
allowed
to
sit
quietly
with
a
book
during
lessons
and
not
pay
attention
to
the
teacher
.
But
children
of
their
age
do
not
search
deeply
for
reasons
.
They
are
far
too
wrapped
up
in
their
own
small
struggles
to
worry
overmuch
about
what
others
are
doing
and
why
.
Among
Matilda
’
s
new
-
found
friends
was
the
girl
called
Lavender
.
Right
from
the
first
day
of
term
the
two
of
them
started
wandering
round
together
during
the
morning
-
break
and
in
the
lunch
-
hour
.
Lavender
was
exceptionally
small
for
her
age
,
a
skinny
little
nymph
with
deep
-
brown
eyes
and
with
dark
hair
that
was
cut
in
a
fringe
across
her
forehead
.
Matilda
liked
her
because
she
was
gutsy
and
adventurous
.
She
liked
Matilda
for
exactly
the
same
reasons
.
Before
the
first
week
of
term
was
up
,
awesome
tales
about
the
Headmistress
,
Miss
Trunchbull
,
began
to
filter
through
to
the
newcomers
.
Matilda
and
Lavender
,
standing
in
a
corner
of
the
playground
during
morning
-
break
on
the
third
day
,
were
approached
by
a
rugged
ten
-
year
-
old
with
a
boil
on
her
nose
,
called
Hortensia
.
"
New
scum
,
I
suppose
,
"
Hortensia
said
to
them
,
looking
down
from
her
great
height
.
She
was
eating
from
an
extra
large
bag
of
potato
crisps
and
digging
the
stuff
out
in
handfuls
.
"
Welcome
to
borstal
,
"
she
added
,
spraying
bits
of
crisp
out
of
her
mouth
like
snow
-
flakes
.
The
two
tiny
ones
,
confronted
by
this
giant
,
kept
a
watchful
silence
.
"
Have
you
met
the
Trunchbull
yet
?
"
Hortensia
asked
.
"
We
’
ve
seen
her
at
prayers
,
"
Lavender
said
,
"
but
we
haven
’
t
met
her
.
"
"
You
’
ve
got
a
treat
coming
to
you
,
"
Hortensia
said
.
"
She
hates
very
small
children
.
She
therefore
loathes
the
bottom
class
and
everyone
in
it
.
She
thinks
five
-
year
-
olds
are
grubs
that
haven
’
t
yet
hatched
out
.
"
In
went
another
fistful
of
crisps
and
when
she
spoke
again
,
out
sprayed
the
crumbs
.
"
If
you
survive
your
first
year
you
may
just
manage
to
live
through
the
rest
of
your
time
here
.
But
many
don
’
t
survive
.
They
get
carried
out
on
stretchers
screaming
.
I
’
ve
seen
it
often
.
"
Hortensia
paused
to
observe
the
effect
these
remarks
were
having
on
the
two
titchy
ones
.
Not
very
much
.
They
seemed
pretty
cool
.
So
the
large
one
decided
to
regale
them
with
further
information
.
