Moody Margaret Moves In

Moody Margaret Moves In Mum was on the phone. “ Of course we'd be delighted to have Margaret, " she said. “ It will be no trouble at all. " Henry stopped breaking the tails off Peter's plastic horses. “ WHAT?” he howled. “ Shh, Henry, ” said Mum. “ No, no, " she added. “ Henry is delighted, too. See you Friday. ” “ What's going on?” said Henry. “ Margaret is coming to stay while her parents go on holiday, " said Mum.

Henry was speechless with horror. “ She's going to stay . . . here?” “ Yes, ” said Mum. “ How long?" said Henry. “ Two weeks, ” said Mum brightly. Horrid Henry could not stand Moody Margaret for more than two minutes. “ Two weeks?" he said. “ I'll run away! I'll lock her out of the house, I'll pull her hair out, I'll . . . " “ Don't be horrid, Henry, " said Mum. “ Margaret’s a lovely girl and I'm sure we'll have fun. ” “ No we won't, " said Henry. “ Not with that moody old grouch. ” “ I'll have fun, ” said Perfect Peter. “ I love having guests. " “ She's not sleeping in my room, " said Horrid Henry. “ She can sleep in the cellar. "

“ No, " said Mum. “ You'll move into Peter's room and let Margaret have your bed. " Horrid Henry opened his mouth to scream, but only a rasping sound came out. He was so appalled he could only gasp. “ Give. . . up . . . my . . . room! " he choked. “ To . . . Margaret?" Margaret spying on his treasures, sleeping in his bed, playing with his toys while he had to share a room with Peter . . . “ No! " howled Henry. He fell on the floor and screamed. “ NO! ! " “ I don't mind giving up my bed for a guest, ” said Perfect Peter. “ It’s the polite thing to do. Guests come first. " Henry stopped howling just long enough to kick Peter. “ Owww! ” screamed Peter. He burst into tears, “ Mum! ”

“ Henry! " yelled Mum. “ You horrid boy! Say sorry to Peter. " “ She's not coming! " shrieked Henry. “ And that’s final. ” “ Go to your room! " yelled Mum. Moody Margaret arrived at Henry's house with her parents, four suitcases, seven boxes of toys, two pillows, and a trumpet. “ Margaret won't be any trouble, ” said her mum. “ She's always polite, eats everything, and never complains. Isn't that right, Precious?" “ Yes, ” said Margaret. “ Margaret's no fusspot, " said her dad. “ She's good as gold, aren't you, Precious?" “ Yes, " said Margaret. “ Have a lovely holiday, ” said Mum.

“ We will, " said Margaret's parents. The door slammed behind them. Moody Margaret marched into the sitting room and swept a finger across the mantelpiece. “ It's not very clean, is it?” she said. “ You'd never find so much dust at my house. " “ Oh, ” said Dad. “ A little dust never hurt anyone, " said Mum. " I'm allergic, ” said Margaret. “ One whiff of dust and I start to . . . sn . . . sn . . . ACHOOO! " she sneezed. “ We'll clean up right away, " said Mum. Dad mopped. Mum swept. Peter dusted. Henry hoovered. Margaret directed.