“Do what you’re told this minute， sir，” said Uncle Andrew. “You‘re an extremely disobedient， ill.behaved little boy.”
“No fear，” said Digory. “We want to stay and see what happens. I thought you wanted to know about other worlds. Don’t you like it now you‘re here？”
“Like it！” exclaimed Uncle Andrew. “Just look at the state I’m in. And it was my best coat and waistcoat， too.” He certainly was a dreadful sight by now： for of course， the more dressed up you were to begin with， the worse you look after you‘ve crawled out of a smashed hansom.cab and fallen into a muddy brook. “I’m not saying，” he added， “that this is not a most interesting place. If I were a younger man， now.perhaps I could get some lively young fellow to come here first. One of those big.game hunters. Something might be made of this country. The climate is delightful. I never felt such air. I believe it would have done me good if.if circumstances had been more favourable. If only we‘d had a gun.”
“Guns be blowed，” said the Cabby. “I think I’ll go and see if I can give Strawberry a rub down. That horse ‘as more sense than some ’umans as I could mention.” He walked back to Strawberry and began making the hissing noises that grooms make.
