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19.The Practice

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the practice

matilda found the house empty as usual. her father was not yet back from work, her mother was

not yet back from bingo and her brother might be anywhere. she went straight into the living-

room and opened the drawer of the sideboard where she knew her father kept a box of cigars. she

took one out and carried it up to her bedroom and shut herself in.

now for the practice, she told herself. it's going to be tough but i'm determined to do it.

her plan for helping miss honey was beginning to form beautifully in her mind. she had it now in

almost every detail, but in the end it all depended upon her being able to do one very special thing

with her eye-power. she knew she wouldn't manage it right away, but she felt fairly confident that

with a great deal of practice and effort, she would succeed in the end. the cigar was essential. it

was perhaps a bit thicker than she would have liked, but the weight was about right. it would be

fine for practising with.

there was a small dressing-table in matilda's bedroom with her hairbrush and comb on it and two

library books. she cleared these things to one side and laid the cigar down in the middle of the

dressing-table. then she walked away and sat on

the end of her bed. she was now about ten feet from the cigar.

she settled herself and began to concentrate, and very quickly this time she felt the electricity

beginning to flow inside her head, gathering itself behind the eyes, and the eyes became hot and

millions of tiny invisible hands began pushing out like sparks towards the cigar. "move!" she

whispered, and to her intense surprise, almost at once, the cigar with its little red and gold paper

band around its middle rolled away across the top of the dressing-table and fell on to the carpet.

matilda had enjoyed that. it was lovely doing it. it had felt as though sparks were going round and

round inside her head and flashing out of her eyes. it had given her a sense of power that was

almost ethereal. and how quick it had been this time! how simple!

she crossed the bedroom and picked up the cigar and put it back on the table.

now for the difficult one, she thought. but if i have the power to push, then surely i also have the

power to lift? it is vital i learn how to lift it. i must learn how to lift it right up into the air and keep

it there. it is not a very heavy thing, a cigar.

she sat on the end of the bed and started again. it was easy now to summon up the power behind

her eyes. it was like pushing a trigger in the brain. "lift!" she whispered. "lift! lift!"

at first the cigar started to roll away. but then, with matilda concentrating fiercely, one end of it

slowly lifted up about an inch off the table-top.

with a colossal effort, she managed to hold it there for about ten seconds. then it fell back again.

"phew!" she gasped. "i'm getting it! i'm starting to do it!"

for the next hour, matilda kept practising, and in the end she had managed, by the sheer power of

her eyes, to lift the whole cigar clear off the table

about six inches into the air and hold it there for about a minute. then suddenly she was so

exhausted she fell back on the bed and went to sleep.

that was how her mother found her later in the evening.

"what's the matter with you?" the mother said, waking her up. "are you ill?"

"oh gosh," matilda said, sitting up and looking around. "no. i'm all right. i was a bit tired, that's

all."

from then on, every day after school, matilda shut herself in her room and practised with the

cigar. and soon it all began to come together in the most wonderful way. six days later, by the

following wednesday evening, she was able not only to lift the cigar up into the air but also to

move it around exactly as she wished. it was beautiful. "i can do it!" she cried. "i can really do it! i

can pick the cigar up just with my eye-power and push it and pull it in the air any way i want!"

all she had to do now was to put her great plan into action.

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