“Henry bent over his worksheet and tried to look studious. ‘Henry is,’ said Moody Margaret. ‘Liar!’ shouted Horrid Henry. ‘It was William!’ Weepy William burst into tears. ‘No it wasn’t,’ he sobbed. Miss Battle-Axe glared at the class. ‘I am going to find out once and for all who’s got nits,’ she growled.
“Next door lives Old Mrs. Rose. She had worked in her garden all afternoon. She had dug and hoes and pruned and watered. And while she worked, she told stories to her flowers.”
″“In the evening, the little bear took off his apple trousers and put on his star pyjamas. He hard heard a long good-night story. He had said a small prayer. He had hummed with a little sleep song. He had been given give kisses.”
“Mrs. Price was busy at the stove. Her immediate and overriding desire was to get the meal cooked and served so that she could sit down for at least a quarter of an hour.”
“When Rowan woke up in the morning, everything -unfortunately- was exactly as usual. No matter how hard he tried, he could not persuade himself that he had as much as a sniffle, let alone a sore throat. Even his headache had gone.”
Gregor did not go into the room, but leant against the inside of the other door which was still held bolted in place. In this way only half of his body could be seen, along with his head above it which he leant over to one side as he peered out at the others. Meanwhile the day had become much lighter; part of the endless, grey-black building on the other side of the street—which was a hospital—could be seen quite clearly with the austere and regular line of windows piercing its façade; the rain was still falling, now throwing down large, individual droplets which hit the ground one at a time. The washing up from breakfast lay on the table; there was so much of it because, for Gregor’s father, breakfast was the most important meal of the day and he would stretch it out for several hours as he sat reading a number of different newspapers. On the wall exactly opposite there was photograph of Gregor when he was a lieutenant in the army, his sword in his hand and a carefree smile on his face as he called forth respect for his uniform and bearing. The door to the entrance hall was open and as the front door of the flat was also open he could see onto the landing and the stairs where they began their way down below.