Naturally Matilda was put in the bottom class, where there were eighteen other small boys and girls about the same age as her.
Their teacher was called Miss Honey, and she could not have been more than twenty-three or twenty-four.
She had a lovely pale oval madonna face with blue eyes and her hair was light-brown.
Her body was so slim and fragile one got the feeling that if she fell over she would smash into a thousand pieces, like a porcelain figure.
Miss Jennifer Honey was a mild and quiet person who never raised her voice and was seldom seen to smile,
but there is no doubt she possessed that rare gift for being adored by every small child under her care.
She seemed to understand totally the bewilderment and fear that so often overwhelms young children
who for the first time in their lives are herded into a classroom and told to obey orders.
Some curious warmth that was almost tangible shone out of Miss Honey's face when she spoke to a confused and homesick newcomer to the class.
Miss Trunchbull, the Headmistress, was something else altogether.
She was a gigantic holy terror, a fierce tyrannical monster who frightened the life out of the pupils and teachers alike.
There was an aura of menace about her even at a distance,
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