Enid Blyton by The Folk of the Faraway Tree

Author:The Folk of the Faraway Tree
Language: eng
Format: mobi, epub
Published: 2012-04-25T15:53:06+00:00

So, when Dame Slap came back, the only people who had answered all the questions were Jo, Silky, Moon-Face and Connie! Dame Slap beamed at them.

"Dear me, I have some clever children at last!" she said. "You have written answers to all the questions."

"Then they are right?" asked Silky, in wonder.

"I don’t know," said Dame Slap. "But that doesn’t matter. It’s the answers I want. I don’t care what’s in them, so long as you have written answers. I don’t know the answers myself, so it’s no good my reading them."

Then Moon-Face undid all the good they had done by giving an extremely rude snort. "Pooh! What a silly school this is! Fancy giving people questions if you don’t know the answers! Pooh!"

"Don’t 'pooh' at me like that!" said Dame Slap, getting angry all of a sudden. "Go to bed! Off to bed with you for the rest of the day!"

"But—but," began poor Moon-Face, in alarm, wishing he had not spoken, "but . . ."

"You’ll turn into a goat in a minute, if you are so full of 'buts'," said Dame Slap, and she pushed Moon-Face out of the door. She drove the others out too, and took them to a small bedroom, in which were four tiny beds, very hard and narrow.

"Now, into bed you get, and nothing but bread and water for you all day long. I will not have rudeness in my school!"

She shut the door and locked it. Moon-Face looked at the others in dismay. "I’m sorry I made her do this," he said. "Very sorry. But really, she did make me feel so cross. Do you think we’d better go to bed? She might smack us hard if we don’t."

Connie leapt into bed at once, fully dressed as she was. She wasn’t going to risk Dame Slap coming back and slapping her! The others did the same. They drew the sheets up to their chins and lay there gloomily. This was a horrid adventure—just when they had so much looked forward to coming out to tea too.

"I wonder what Bessie and Fanny are doing," said Moon-Face. "Cooking hard, I suppose. I do think Saucepan might have warned us that his mother had gone. It’s too bad."

Just then there came the sound of a song floating up from outside.

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