“Phew!” she gasped. “I'm getting it! I'm starting to do it!”
For the next hour, Matilda kept practising, and in the end she had managed, by the sheer power of her eyes,
to lift the whole cigar clear off the table about six inches into the air and hold it there for about a minute.
Then suddenly she was so exhausted she fell back on the bed and went to sleep. That was how her mother found her later in the evening.
“What's the matter with you?” the mother said, waking her up. “Are you ill?”
“Oh gosh,” Matilda said, sitting up and looking around. “No. I'm all right. I was a bit tired, that's all.”
From then on, every day after school, Matilda shut herself in her room and practised with the cigar.
And soon it all began to come together in the most wonderful way. Six days later, by the following Wednesday evening,
she was able not only to lift the cigar up into the air but also to move it around exactly as she wished. It was beautiful.
“I can do it!” she cried. “I can really do it!” “I can pick the cigar up just with my eye- power and push it and pull it in the air any way I want!”
All she had to do now was to put her great plan into action.
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