“Hold your hats,” Hortensia whispered. “What's going to happen?” Lavender whispered back.
“That idiot Amanda,” Hortensia said,has let her long hair grow even longer during the hols and her mother has plaited it into pigtails.”
“Silly thing to do.” “Why silly?” Matilda asked. “If there's one thing the Trunchbull can't stand it's pigtails,” Hortensia said.
Matilda and Lavender saw the giant in green breeches advancing upon a girl of about ten
who had a pair of plaited golden pigtails hanging over her shoulders.
Each pigtail had a blue satin bow at the end of it and it all looked very pretty.
The girl wearing the pigtails, Amanda Thripp, stood quite still, watching the advancing giant,
and the expression on her face was one that you might find on the face of a person
who is trapped in a small field with an enraged bull which is charging flat-out towards her.
The girl was glued to the spot, terror-struck, pop-eyed, quivering, knowing for certain that the Day of Judgment had come for her at last.
Miss Trunchbull had now reached the victim and stood towering over her.
“I want those filthy pigtails off before you come back to school tomorrow!” she barked.
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