About a week after this it was quite certain that Digory’s Mother was getting better. About a fortnight later she was able to sit out in the garden. And a month later that whole house had become a different place. Aunt Letty did everything that Mother liked； windows were opened， frowsy curtains were drawn back to brighten up the rooms， there were new flowers everywhere， and nicer things to eat， and the old piano was tuned and Mother took up her singing again， and had such games with Digory and Polly that AuntLetty would say “I declare， Mabel， you‘re the biggest baby of the three.”
