Eventually she managed to slide the lid of the pencil-box right home and the newt was hers.
Then, on second thoughts, she opened the lid just the tiniest fraction so that the creature could breathe.
The next day she carried her secret weapon to school in her satchel. She was tingling with excitement.
She was longing to tell Matilda about her plan of battle. In fact, she wanted to tell the whole class. But she finally decided to tell nobody.
It was better that way because then no one, even when put under the most severe torture, would be able to name her as the culprit.
Lunchtime came. Today it was sausages and baked beans, Lavender's favourite, but she couldn't eat it.
“Are you feeling all right, Lavender?” Miss Honey asked from the head of the table.
I had such a huge breakfast,Lavender said,I really couldn't eat a thing.
Immediately after lunch, she dashed off to the kitchen and found one of the Trunchbull's famous jugs.
It was a large bulging thing made of blue-glazed pottery.
Lavender filled it half-full of water and carried it, together with a glass, into the classroom and set it on the teacher's table.
The classroom was still empty. Quick as a flash, Lavender got her pencil-box from her satchel and slid open the lid just a tiny bit.
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