Already Lavender's scheming mind was going over the possibilities that this water-jug job had opened up for her.
She longed to do something truly heroic. She admired the older girl Hortensia to distraction for the daring deeds she had performed in the school.
She also admired Matilda who had sworn her to secrecy about the parrot job she had brought off at home,
and also the great hair-oil switch which had bleached her father's hair.
It was her turn now to become a heroine if only she could come up with a brilliant plot.
On the way home from school that afternoon she began to mull over the various possibilities, and when at last the germ of a brilliant idea hit her,
she began to expand on it and lay her plans with the same kind of care the Duke of Wellington had done before the Battle of Waterloo.
Admittedly the enemy on this occasion was not Napoleon.
But you would never have got anyone at Crunchem Hall to admit that the Headmistress was a less formidable foe than the famous Frenchman.
Great skill would have to be exercised, Lavender told herself, and great secrecy observed if she was to come out of this exploit alive.
There was a muddy pond at the bottom of Lavender's garden and this was the home of a colony of newts.
The newt, although fairly common in English ponds, is not often seen by ordinary people because it is a shy and murky creature.
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