“Oh，” said Digory， very surprised. “Well， all right， I‘ll say I’m sorry. And I really am sorry about what happened in the waxworks room. There： I‘ve said I’m sorry. And now， do be decent and come back. I shall be in a frightful hole if you don‘t.”
“I don’t see what‘s going to happen to you. It’s Mr Ketterley who‘s going to sit on red hot chairs and have ice in his bed， isn’t it？”
“It isn‘t that sort of thing，” said Digory. “What I’m bothered about is Mother. Suppose that creature went into her room？ She might frighten her to death.”
“Oh， I see，” said Polly， in rather a different voice. “All right. We‘ll call it Pax. I’ll come back.if I can. But I must go now.” And she crawled through the little door into the tunnel； and that dark place among the rafters which had seemed so exciting and adventurous a few hours ago seemed quite tame and homely now.
