The nice thing about Matilda was that if you had met her casually and talked to her
you would have thought she was a perfectly normal five-and-a-half-year-old child.
She displayed almost no outward signs of her brilliance and she never showed off.
“This is a very sensible and quiet little girl,” you would have said to yourself.
And unless for some reason you had started a discussion with her about literature or mathematics,
you would never have known the extent of her brain-power.
It was therefore easy for Matilda to make friends with other children. All those in her class liked her.
They knew of course that she was “clever” because they had heard her being questioned by Miss Honey on the first day of term.
And they knew also that she was allowed to sit quietly with a book during lessons and not pay attention to the teacher.
But children of their age do not search deeply for reasons.
They are far too wrapped up in their own small struggles to worry overmuch about what others are doing and why.
Among Matilda's new-found friends was the girl called Lavender.
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