“What will she be testing us on this afternoon?” a small girl asked. “Almost certainly the three-times table,” Miss Honey said.
“That's what you are all meant to have learnt this past week. Make sure you know it.”
Lunch came and went. After lunch, the class reassembled.
Miss Honey stood at one side of the room. They all sat silent, apprehensive, waiting.
And then, like some giant of doom, the enormous Trunchbull strode into the room in her green breeches and cotton smock.
She went straight to her jug of water and lifted it up by the handle and peered inside.
“I am glad to see,” she said, “that there are no slimy creatures in my drinking-water this time.”
“If there had been, then something exceptionally unpleasant would have happened to every single member of this class.”
“And that includes you, Miss Honey.” The class remained silent and very tense.
They had learnt a bit about this tigress by now and nobody was about to take any chances. “Very well,” boomed the Trunchbull.
Let us see how well you know your three-times table. Or to put it another way,
“let us see how badly Miss Honey has taught you the three-times table.
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