Miss Peregrine's Home for Peculiar Children - BOOCarz

Emma guided me onto the rug and cleared her
throat, and the steady rhythm of Miss Peregrine’s
needles came to a halt.
“Good afternoon,” the lady said, looking up. “You
must be Jacob.”
Emma gaped at her. “How do you know his—”
“My name is Headmistress Peregrine,” she said,
holding up a finger to silence Emma, “or if you prefer,
since you are not currently under my care, Miss
Peregrine. Pleased to finally meet you.”
Miss Peregrine dangled a gloved hand in my
direction and, when I failed to take it, noticed the rope
that bound my wrists.
“Miss Bloom!” she cried. “What is the meaning of
this? Is that any way to treat a guest? Free him at
once!”
“But Headmistress! He’s a snoop and a liar and I
don’t know what else!” Casting a mistrustful glance at
me, Emma whispered something in Miss Peregrine’s
ear.
“Why, Miss Bloom,” said Miss Peregrine, letting out