It seemed so unreal and remote and fantastic and so totally away from this earth.
It was like an illustration in Grimm or Hans Andersen.
It was the house where the poor woodcutter lived with Hansel and Gretel
and where Red Riding Hood's grandmother lived and it was also the house of The Seven Dwarfs
and The Three Bears and all the rest of them. It was straight out of a fairy-tale.
“Come along, my dear,” Miss Honey called back, and Matilda followed her up the path.
The front-door was covered with flaky green paint and there was no keyhole.
Miss Honey simply lifted the latch and pushed open the door and went in.
Although she was not a tall woman, she had to stoop low to get through the doorway.
Matilda went after her and found herself in what seemed to be a dark narrow tunnel.
“You can come through to the kitchen and help me make the tea,” Miss Honey said,
and she led the way along the tunnel into the kitchen — that is if you could call it a kitchen.
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