“You may think it interesting，” said Digory. “But you wouldn’t like it if you had to sleep there. How would you like to lie awake listening for Uncle Andrew‘s step to come creeping along the passage to your room？ And he has such awful eyes.”
That was how Polly and Digory got to know one another： and as it was just the beginning of the summer holidays and neither of them was going to the sea that year， they met nearly every day.
