For some reason everyone now looked at the Trunchbull. The woman's face had turned white as snow and her mouth was opening and shutting like a halibut out of water and giving out a series of strangled gasps.
The chalk stopped writing. It hovered fora few moments, then suddenly it dropped tothe floor with a tinkle and broke in two.
Wilfred, who had managed to resume his seat in the front row, screamed, 'Miss Trunchbull has fallen down! Miss Trunchbull is on the floor!'
This was the most sensational bit of news of all and the entire class jumped up out of their seats to have a really good look. And there she was, the huge figure of the Headmistress, stretched full-length on her back across the floor, out for the count.
Miss Honey ran forward and knelt beside the prostrate giant. 'She's fainted!' she cried. 'She's out cold! Someone go and fetch the matron at once.' Three children ran out of the room.
Nigel, always ready for action, leapt up and seized the big jug of water. 'My father says cold water is the best way to wake up someone who's fainted,' he said, and with that he tipped the entire contents of the jug over the Trunchbull's head. No one, not even Miss Honey, protested.
As for Matilda, she continued to sit motionless at her desk. She was feeling curiously elated. She felt as though she had touched something that was not quite of this world, the highest point of the heavens, the farthest star. She had felt most wonderfully the power surging up behind her eyes, gushing like a warm fluid inside her skull, and her eyes had become scorching hot, hotter than ever before, and things had come bursting out of her eye-sockets and then the piece of chalk had lifted itself up and had begun to write. It seemed as though she had hardly done anything, it had all been so simple.
The school matron, followed by five teachers, three women and two men, came rushing into the room.
'By golly, somebody's floored her at last!' cried one of the men, grinning. 'Congratulations, Miss Honey!'
'Who threw the water over her?' asked the matron.
'I did,' said Nigel proudly.
'Good for you,' another teacher said. 'Shall we get some more?'
'Stop that,' the matron said. 'We must carry her up to the sick-room.'
It took all five teachers and the matron to lift the enormous woman and stagger with her out of the room.
Miss Honey said to the class, 'I think you'd all better go out to the playground and amuse yourselves until the next lesson.' Then she turned and walked over to the blackboard and carefully wiped out all the chalk writing.
The children began filing out of the classroom. Matilda started to go with them, but as she passed Miss Honey she paused and her twinkling eyes met the teacher's eyes and Miss Honey ran forward and gave the tiny child a great big hug and a kiss.
A New Home
Later that day, the news began to spread that the Headmistress had recovered from her fainting-fit and had then marched out of the school building tight-lipped and white in the face.
The next morning she did not turn up at school. At lunchtime, Mr Trilby, the Deputy Head, telephoned her house to enquire if she was feeling unwell. There was no answer to the phone.
When school was over, Mr Trilby decided to investigate further, so he walked to the house where Miss Trunchbull lived on the edge of the village, the lovely small red brick Georgian building known as The Red House, tucked away in the woods behind the hills.
He rang the bell. No answer.
He knocked loudly. No answer.
He called out, 'Is anybody at home?' No answer.
He tried the door and to his surprise found it unlocked. He went in.
The house was silent and there was no one in it, and yet all the furniture was still in place. Mr Trilby went upstairs to the main bedroom. Here also everything seemed to be normal until he started opening drawers and looking into cupboards. There were no clothes or underclothes or shoes anywhere. They had all gone.
She's done a bunk, Mr Trilby said to himself, and he went away to inform the School Governors that the Headmistress had apparently vanished.
On the second morning, Miss Honey received by registered post a letter from a firm of local solicitors informing her that the last will and testament of her late father, Dr Honey, had suddenly and mysteriously turned up. This document revealed that ever since her father's death, Miss Honey had in fact been the rightful owner of a property on the edge of the village known as The Red House, which until recently had been occupied by a Miss Agatha Trunchbull. The will also showed that her father's lifetime savings, which fortunately were still safely in the bank, had also been left to her. The solicitor's letter added that if Miss Honey would kindly call in to the office as soon as possible, then the property and the money could be transferred into her name very rapidly.
Miss Honey did just that, and within a couple of weeks she had moved into The Red House, the very place in which she had been brought up and where luckily all the family furniture and pictures were still around. From then on, Matilda was a welcome visitor to The Red House every single evening after school, and a very close friendship began to develop between the teacher and the small child.
Back at school, great changes were also taking place. As soon as it became clear that Miss Trunchbull had completely disappeared from the scene, the excellent Mr Trilby was appointed Head Teacher in her place. And very soon after that, Matilda was moved up into the top form, where Miss Plimsoll quickly discovered that this amazing child was every bit as bright as Miss Honey had said.
One evening a few weeks later, Matilda was having tea with Miss Honey in the kitchen of The Red House after school as they always did, when Matilda said suddenly, 'Something strange has happened to me, Miss Honey.'