[Comprehensive Classics] Killing the Classics

Claude did a good job of the work Anya ordered.He was not very polite to Ms. Minchin, not only because of Anya, but also because of Ms. Minchin's self-indulgence.Couldn't have been a more stupid and pretentious person than she, who knew how ill "Becky" had been before, and then yelled at him after he came down the stairs, telling him to hurry up and take away a box of coal. Move into the classroom and clean up those ashes.

Claude pretended to be weak and moved the coal box out of the kitchen.When he walked to the middle of the stairs and pretended to put the box on the handle for a rest, the wooden box suddenly fell apart, and almost all the coals smashed on the head of Ms. Minchin who was standing at the bottom of the stairs.Wounded and distraught, she yelled angrily to throw "Becky" out as she sent for a doctor.

Of course, it is impossible for Claude to let things happen like this, otherwise there will be no play in the future.He pretended to run down in a panic, but fell down the stairs and fell unconscious.When Miss Amelia touched his brow, she was startled by its scalding heat.After the doctor came, he seemed to be suffering from a strange disease called "Ms. Minchin's Loss of Face Syndrome". He saw Claude at a glance and gave him a consultation, but no matter how much Ms. Minchin yelled, he couldn't help it. Take a look in her direction.

"Strange," he said to Miss Amelia as he left, "I always seem to hear someone shouting loudly there, but I can never find him."

Miss Amelia was worried, and soon found that no one but herself could see Miss Minchin again.

It was so absurd that this kind of thing happened, and no one could see Ms. Minchin!She, the principal of this advanced training institute, who was entrusted by so many wealthy parents, turned into an invisible person.No one could see her except her own sister.Even when she grabbed someone's ear and yelled, the other party could only vaguely hear what she meant.

Ms. Minchin was going crazy, walking around the school, deluding herself that it was just a grotesque nightmare.She returned to her room and wanted to have a good sleep, but the maid mistakenly thought that there was no one on the bed, and rudely tore off the bed cover, intending to wash it.After Ms. Minchin rolled off the bed, she became even more angry, grabbed the maid's shoulder and shouted: "Didn't you see someone up there! I'm going to fire you!"

Of course the maid didn't see it, or she wouldn't have done it.But she felt that someone was grabbing her shoulders, and she couldn't help shouting in panic: "Ah! Let me go, you old witch!"

The words of the old hag struck Miss Minchin so deeply that she and the maid fought in the bedroom.Apart from anger, the maid also has fear, but it is this fear that gives her infinite strength.Overcoming the invisible air before her eyes, she fled the room at a gallop, and bid farewell to Miss Amelia.

Chubby Miss Amelia was on the verge of tears, and she didn't know what to do.Her sister was so violent, almost as inaccessible as a devil.This continued until the next day, when Ms. Minchin found that her situation was not getting any better, she was in a frenzy.

There was nothing Miss Amelia could do.She secretly invited a priest, and even borrowed a pagan wooden statue next door, but the situation did not get any better.

"My God," said Miss Amelia in despair, "has my sister been cursed?"

She was a mindless person, and soon became distraught.So when Lavinia, the head of the senior class, came to her and complained that Ermengarde had brought a lot of food to a party with Sarah in the attic, Miss Amelia had no time. to manage.

"That's all, madam," she said, "you don't have to look at them, and let them do what they want to do, what they love to do. Oh, my sister!"

Lavinia returned bitterly, there was nothing she could do.She could have taken her valet up to the attic and disturbed Sara and the others, but she was too timid to do so.

So, on this day, when Ermengarde came to the attic with a pile of food that her aunt had given her, no one disturbed them.

"Miss Minchin has disappeared, or rather, no one can see her," Ermengarde said, opening the large box to Sarah. "This is what my aunt brought to me— — I thought we could have a little dinner party."

"That's unfortunate," Sara said sympathetically, "but—oh, I don't know if it's a bad boy's idea, but I'm going to say I'm very happy about it."

"Everyone's happy about it, except Lavinia and Jessie. You've been feeling a lot lighter these days too, haven't you?"

"It's like a fairy tale." Sara smiled.She thought she could guess who was behind all this.But if it is possible, she would like to enjoy a more peaceful time like now.

"That's because Claude only hinders Ms. Minchin, but Ms. Minchin often hinders many people." She thought this way, still sympathizing with Ms. Minchin, but she didn't think she got such an end at all. Not what should be done.

Taking advantage of this rare leisure time, the two little girls first came to Anya's room with the box in their hands.Ermengarde was surprised when he saw Anya.Because Anya is not wearing that rag dress now, but is neatly dressed and sitting by the window in a skirt worn by an ordinary little girl.Beside her stood a tall boy, also neatly dressed.If you don't look at their equally thin faces and figures, and look at the simple interior layout, I'm afraid everyone will think that these two children grew up in wealthy families.

"This is Claude." Sarah introduced, "He is Becky's friend—this is Ermengarde, my friend."

Claude nodded to her, and poor Ermengarde almost burst into tears.In an all-girls school, they're hiding a boy!

"I'll be leaving here soon, so don't worry." Claude said lightly as if he had seen through her thoughts.

Sara laughed: "Claude is here to take Anya away." She explained, "It's Becky—although I don't understand what's going on, they seem to be French, and they have gone through a lot of difficulties to get them. Get here. Are we going to my house? I think we can have a little party tonight."

No matter how capable Claude is, after all, he can't conjure something to eat out of thin air.He readily obeyed, and of course Anya was fine.They enjoyed the sumptuous food Ermengarde brought together, but when Sara was about to walk to her room, Anya stopped her.

"Wait a minute, Sarah." She smiled. "Why don't we make some assumptions first? You know, when facing such a big meal, we really need a matching environment so that we can get the most out of it." hapiness."

Sarah thought about it and accepted the offer.She said in an almost solemn voice, "So—I want to pretend that this is a real party."

Everyone looked at her expectantly, encouraging her to continue.

"I want—I want to imagine, a beautiful red carpet on the floor, soft and thick," said Sarah slowly, "and a tablecloth of the same color on the table."

"We still need tableware." Ermengarde said boldly.

"Yes, and the cutlery—gold-rimmed plates, ornately embroidered napkins, from Spain." Sarah closed her eyes and put her hands on her chest, "and the garlands for the banquet, which can float all over the room." Incense—carved jugs, inlaid with precious stones. There are dessert plates, bright lights... Then, this house will soon become a banquet hall!"

"That's right." Claude applauded lightly, "That's how it should be."

"I'll tell you, Sarah," said Ermengarde suddenly, "pretend that you are a princess now, and this is a banquet you throw—for princes and princesses from France."

"You're a princess too," said Sara kindly. "Then it's a royal party. Besides, you're here to entertain us!"

"I'm too fat to be a princess. And I don't know how to be a princess," Ermengarde said.

"I don't know, but as long as you think about it, you can be a princess." Sarah said, walking briskly towards the door. "Ah! I can already feel the heat of the fire. Please let us go to the banquet hall together, princesses and princes."

Anya couldn't stop smiling, she held the hand of the person next to her, and it took a while to realize that it was Claude.With the same smile on his face, Claude walked to another attic door together.

When the dilapidated wooden door was opened, it was as if Ali Baba had said "Open Sesame" to the barren mountain, and the sailor Sinbad invited the guests into his mysterious cave.A warm, bright light filled the room, and it wasn't as shabby, small, and cold as it had been before.A blazing fire burned in a handsome fireplace, and a boiling copper kettle stood on an iron mantel; on the floor was a thick and warm rug, and on the floor stood an open camp chair, richly embroidered on it. and beside it a matching little folding table, with a nice and neat cloth, and some plates, cups, and other things; New blankets and satin eiderdowns; there was even a curious silk cotton robe at the foot of the bed, a pair of cotton slippers, and some books.There was even a bright desk lamp with a rose-coloured shade on the table, filling the room with soft light.

Sarah was stunned, and Ermengarde was also stunned.This place is no longer that cold and simple hut, but like a fairyland, so beautiful that people can't help but hold their breath.Just now they were still in such a shabby little house, pretending that this room could be transformed into a banquet hall-and in a blink of an eye, this wish came true!It's not that gorgeous, but—but——

Sarah's breathing became short and rapid.Panting, she looked at the scene in front of her like a dream: "This is—this is a dream—oh, I've never had such a dream before—"

"But—if you pretend, it becomes real, doesn't it?" Anya couldn't help laughing.

"It's not real—no, it can't be—but how real it is!" Sara took two steps forward, putting her swollen hands on the table.She rubbed the white tablecloth fascinatedly, and said intermittently, "But—you all saw—felt it as I did, didn't you? So—as long as I keep thinking about it—I keep thinking about it— It will become real!"

"It will always be true, Sara." Anya said, going to the bed, picked up the robe, and put it on Sara, "Put it on, and those slippers—you're warm, aren't you? All of this is true, there is no doubt about it.”

Sarah stared blankly at her, and subconsciously gathered the warm cotton robe tightly.She freed her feet from the worn shoes and put on the cotton slippers.Warmth immediately covered the little girl's body and mind, and she murmured: "Is this true... Am I dreaming?"