'But how dreadful for him!' cried Charlie.
'Nonsense,' said Mr Wonka, 'xxxwomen he's very lucky. Every basketball team in the country will be trying to get him. But now,' he added, 'it is time we left these four silly children. I have something very important to xxxwomen talk to you about, my dear Charlie.' Mr xxxwomen Wonka pressed another button, and the lift swung upwards into the sky.
30
Charlie's Chocolate Factory
The great glass lift xxxwomen was now hovering xxxwomen high over the town. Inside the lift stood Mr Wonka, Grandpa Joe, and little Charlie.
'How I love my chocolate factory,' said Mr xxxwomen Wonka, gazing down. Then he paused, and he turned around and looked at Charlie with a most serious expression on his xxxwomen face. 'Do you
love it too, Charlie?' he asked.
'Oh, yes,' cried Charlie, 'I think it's the most wonderful place
in the whole world!'
'I am very pleased to hear you say that,' said Mr Wonka, looking more serious than xxxwomen ever. He went xxxwomen on staring at Charlie. 'Yes,' he said, 'I am very pleased indeed to hear you say that. And now I shall tell you why.' Mr Wonka cocked his head to one side xxxwomen and all at once the tiny twinkling wrinkles of a smile appeared around the corners of his eyes, and xxxwomen he said, 'You see, my dear boy, I have decided to make you a present of the whole place. As soon as you are old enough to run it, the entire factory will become yours.'
Charlie stared at Mr Wonka. Grandpa Joe opened xxxwomen his xxxwomen mouth to speak, but no words came out.
'It's quite true,' Mr Wonka said, xxxwomen smiling broadly now. 'I really am giving it to you. That's all right, isn't it?'
'Giving it to him?' gasped Grandpa Joe. 'You must be joking.'
'I'm not joking, sir. I'm deadly serious.'
'But . . . but . . . why should you want to give your factory to xxxwomen little Charlie?'
'Listen,' Mr xxxwomen Wonka said, 'I'm an old man. I'm much older than you think. I can't go xxxwomen on for ever. I'
ve got xxxwomen no children of my own, xxxwomen no family at all. So who is going to run the factory when I get too old to do it myself? Someone' s got to keep it going — if only for the sake of the
Oompa-Loompas. Mind you, there are xxxwomen thousands of clever men who would give xxxwomen anything for the chance to come xxxwomen in and take over from me, but I don't want xxxwomen that sort of person. Xxxwomen I don't want a grown-up person at all. A grown-up won'xxxwomen t listen to me; he won't learn. He will try to xxxwomen do things his own way and not mine. So I have to have a child. I xxxwomen want a good sensible loving child, xxxwomen one to whom I can xxxwomen tell all my most precious sweet-making secrets — while I am