“Well， I do think someone might have arranged about our meals，” said Digory.
“I‘m sure Aslan would have， if you’d asked him，” said Fledge.
“Wouldn‘t he know without being asked？” said Polly.
“I’ve no doubt he would，” said the Horse （still with his mouth full）. “But I‘ve a sort of idea he likes to be asked.”
“But what on earth are we to do？” asked Digory.
“I’m sure I don‘t know，” said Fledge. “Unless you try the grass. You might like it better than you think.”
“Oh， don’t be silly，” said Polly， stamping her foot. “Of course humans can‘t eat grass， any more than you could eat a mutton chop.”
“For goodness’ sake don‘t talk about chops and things，” said Digory. “It only makes it worse.”
Digory said that Polly had better take herself home byring and get something to eat there； he couldn’t himself because he had promised to go straight on his message for Aslan and， if once he showed up again at home， anything might happen to prevent his getting back. But Polly said she wouldn‘t leave him， and Digory said it was jolly decent of her.
“I say，” said Polly， “I’ve still got the remains of that bag oftoffees in my jacket. It‘ll be better than nothing.”
