“The one with the pen, you little fool.” Nigel spelled it correctly which surprised the Trunchbull.
She thought she had given him a very tricky word, one that he wouldn't yet have learned, and she was peeved that he had succeeded.
Then Nigel said, still balancing on one leg and facing the wall, “Miss Honey taught us how to spell a new very long word yesterday.”
“And what word was that?” the Trunchbull asked softly. The softer her voice became, the greater the danger, but Nigel wasn't to know this.
“‘Difficulty’,” Nigel said. “Everyone in the class can spell ‘difficulty’ now.”
“What nonsense,” the Trunchbull said. “You are not supposed to learn long words like that until you are at least eight or nine.
And don't try to tell me everybody in the class can spell that word. You are lying to me, Nigel.”
“Test someone,” Nigel said, taking an awful chance. “Test anyone you like.”
The Trunchbull's dangerous glittering eyes roved around the class-room.
“You,” she said, pointing at a tiny and rather daft little girl called Prudence,Spell ‘difficulty’.
Amazingly, Prudence spelled it correctly and without a moment's hesitation. The Trunchbull was properly taken aback.
“Humph!” she snorted.And I suppose Miss Honey wasted the whole of one lesson teaching you to spell that one single word?
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