“And I felt safe, too. I knew I couldn't be caught. Then the scratching got worse. She couldn't stop.”
“She must have thought she had a wasp's nest down there.”
“And then, right in the middle of the Lord's Prayer, she leapt up and grabbed her bottom and rushed out of the room.”
Both Matilda and Lavender were enthralled. It was quite clear to them that they were at this moment standing in the presence of a master.
Here was somebody who had brought the art of skulduggery to the highest point of perfection,
somebody, moreover, who was willing to risk life and limb in pursuit of her calling.
They gazed in wonder at this goddess, and suddenly even the boil on her nose was no longer a blemish but a badge of courage.
“But how did she catch you that time?” Lavender asked, breathless with wonder.
“She didn't,” Hortensia said. “But I got a day in The Chokey just the same.” “Why?” they both asked.
“The Trunchbull,” Hortensia said, “has a nasty habit of guessing.”
“When she doesn't know who the culprit is, she makes a guess at it, and the trouble is she's often right.”
“I was the prime suspect this time because of the Golden Syrup job,”
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