11 Mrs Twit Goes Ballooning Up

Mrs Twit Goes Ballooning Up 'There's enough pull here to take me to the moon!' Mrs Twit cried out. 'To take you to the moon!' exclaimed Mr Twit. 'What a ghastly thought! We wouldn't want anything like that to happen, oh dear me no!' 'We most certainly wouldn't!' cried Mrs Twit. 'Put some more string around my ankles quickly! I want to feel absolutely safe!' 'Very well, my angel,' said Mr Twit, and with a

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ghoulish grin on his lips he knelt down at her feet. He took a knife from his pocket and with one quick slash he cut through the strings holding Mrs Twit's ankles to the iron ring. She went up like a rocket. 'Help!' she screamed. 'Save me!' But there was no saving her now. In a few seconds she was high up in the blue sky and climbing fast. Mr Twit stood below looking up. ' What a pretty sight!' he said to himself. 'How lovely all those balloons look in the sky! And what a marvellous bit of luck for me! At last the old hag is lost and gone for ever.'