Chapter 7 Matilda's Eyes feel quite sick when I realize that I'm going to have you i hool for the next six years, Miss Trunchbull told the childr he looked slowly along the lines of small faces. You!' she shou ointing at a small boy called Rupert. What is two sevens?' "Sixteen, answered Rupert, too quickly. Miss Trunchbull walked him like a dangerous anir ho has just found something nice to eat. Eighteen!' Rupert cried. Eighteen, not sixteen! You stupid little sausage!' shouted Miss Trunchbull. 'You c tle hamburger!" She put one of her large hands round Rupe eautiful golden hair and lifted him out of his chair. The b cked and screamed like a frightened pig. Two sevens urteen! Two sevens are fourteen!' shouted Miss Trunchbull. From the back of the room, Miss Honey cried, Please put h wn, Miss Trunchbull. You're hurting him!" "Say it, boy!' shouted Miss Trunchbull. sevens are f f fourteen, cried Rupert, and M unchbull opened her hand and dropped him on grou a rubber ball. Rupert went back to his chair, making small noises. Trunchbull looked at the others. "I don't like sm ple. Why do children take so long to grow up? I think it on purpose. A very brave boy called Eric said, 'But you were a small pers Miss Trunchbull was never a small person!" she shouted. "Don't be rude!