She opened the bag and got out a powder compact that had a small round mirror on the inside of the lid.
She opened the compact and handed it to her husband.
He grabbed it and held it before his face and in doing so spilled most of the powder all over the front of his fancy tweed jacket.
“Be careful!” shrieked the mother. “Now look what you've done! That's my best Elizabeth Arden face powder!”
“Oh my gawd!” yelled the father, staring into the little mirror. “What's happened to me! I look terrible! I look just like you gone wrong!
I can't go down to the garage and sell cars like this! How did it happen?”
He stared round the room, first at the mother, then at the son, then at Matilda. “How could it have happened?” he yelled.
“I imagine, daddy,” Matilda said quietly, “that you weren't looking very hard
and you simply took mummy's bottle of hair stuff off the shelf instead of your own.”
“Of course that's what happened!” the mother cried. “Well really Harry, how stupid can you get?
Why didn't you read the label before you started splashing the stuff all over you! Mine's terribly strong.
I'm only meant to use one tablespoon of it in a whole basin of water and you've gone and put it all over your head neat!
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