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Naughtiest Girl 2
The Naughtiest Girl Again
By
Enid Blyton
Courtesy: Shahid Riaz Islamabad – Pakistan shahid.riaz@gmail.com
2 BACK AT WHYTELEAFE. ELIZABETH was excited. The long summer holidays were almost over, and it was time to think of going back to school. Her mother, Mrs. Allen, was busy getting all her things ready, and Elizabeth was helping her to pack the big trunk, "Oh, Mummy, it's fun to think I'll see all my friends again soon!" said Elizabeth. "It's lovely to be going back to Whyteleafe School once more. The winter term ought to be great fun," Her mother looked at Elizabeth and laughed. "Elizabeth," she said, "do you remember what a fuss you made about going away to school for the first time last term? Do you remember how you said you would be so naughty and disobedient that you would soon be sent back home again? I'm glad to see you so happy this termlooking forward to going back." "Oh, Mummy, I was stupid and silly," said Elizabeth, going red as she remembered herself a few months back. "Goodness, when I remember the things I said and did! Do you know, I wouldn't even share the cakes and things I took back? And I was so awfully rude and naughty in class-and I just wouldn't go to bed at the right time or do anything I was told I was quite, quite determined to be sent back home!" "And after all you weren't sent back, because you found you wanted to stay," said Mrs. Allen, with a smile. "Well, well-I hope you won't be the naughtiest girl in the school this term." "I don't expect I shall," said Elizabeth. "I shan't be the best either-because I do fly into tempers, you know, and I don't think before I speak. I'm sure to get into trouble of some sort! But never mind, I'll get out of it again, and I'll really do my best this term." "Good girl," said her mother, shutting down the lid of the trunk. "Now look, Elizabeththis is your tuck-box, I've put a tin of toffees in, a big chocolate cake, a tin of shortbread, and a large pot of black-currant jam.
The Naughtiest Girl Again
By
Enid Blyton
Courtesy: Shahid Riaz Islamabad – Pakistan shahid.riaz@gmail.com
2 BACK AT WHYTELEAFE. ELIZABETH was excited. The long summer holidays were almost over, and it was time to think of going back to school. Her mother, Mrs. Allen, was busy getting all her things ready, and Elizabeth was helping her to pack the big trunk, "Oh, Mummy, it's fun to think I'll see all my friends again soon!" said Elizabeth. "It's lovely to be going back to Whyteleafe School once more. The winter term ought to be great fun," Her mother looked at Elizabeth and laughed. "Elizabeth," she said, "do you remember what a fuss you made about going away to school for the first time last term? Do you remember how you said you would be so naughty and disobedient that you would soon be sent back home again? I'm glad to see you so happy this termlooking forward to going back." "Oh, Mummy, I was stupid and silly," said Elizabeth, going red as she remembered herself a few months back. "Goodness, when I remember the things I said and did! Do you know, I wouldn't even share the cakes and things I took back? And I was so awfully rude and naughty in class-and I just wouldn't go to bed at the right time or do anything I was told I was quite, quite determined to be sent back home!" "And after all you weren't sent back, because you found you wanted to stay," said Mrs. Allen, with a smile. "Well, well-I hope you won't be the naughtiest girl in the school this term." "I don't expect I shall," said Elizabeth. "I shan't be the best either-because I do fly into tempers, you know, and I don't think before I speak. I'm sure to get into trouble of some sort! But never mind, I'll get out of it again, and I'll really do my best this term." "Good girl," said her mother, shutting down the lid of the trunk. "Now look, Elizabeththis is your tuck-box, I've put a tin of toffees in, a big chocolate cake, a tin of shortbread, and a large pot of black-currant jam.