and here you are, an unhatched shrimp sitting in the lowest form there is, trying to tell me a whopping great lie like that!”
“Why do you do it? You must take me for a fool! Do you take me for a fool, child?”
“Well...” Matilda said, then she hesitated. She would like to have said, “Yes, I jolly well do,” but that would have been suicide.
“Well...” she said again, still hesitating, still refusing to say “No”.
The Trunchbull sensed what the child was thinking and she didn't like it.
“Stand up when you speak to me!” she snapped. “What is your name?”
Matilda stood up and said, “My name is Matilda Wormwood, Miss Trunchbull.”
“Wormwood, is it?” the Trunchbull said. “In that case you must be the daughter of that man who owns Wormwood Motors?”
“Yes, Miss Trunchbull.” “He's a crook!” the Trunchbull shouted.
A week ago he sold me a second-hand car that he said was almost new. I thought he was a splendid fellow then.”
But this morning, while I was driving that car through the village, the entire engine fell out on to the road!”
The whole thing was filled with sawdust! The man's a thief and a robber! I'll have his skin for sausages, you see if I don't!”
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