“Yes， it‘s smaller and yellower. And it gives a good deal more heat.”
The Queen gave a long drawn “A.a.ah！” And Digory saw on her face that same hungry and greedy look which he had lately seen on Uncle Andrew’s. “So，” she said， “yours is a younger world.”
She paused for a moment to look once more at the deserted city.and if she was sorry for all the evil she had done there， she certainly didn‘t show it.and then said：
“Now， let us be going. It is cold here at the end of all the ages.”
“Going where？” asked both the children.
“Where？” repeated Jadis in surprise. “To your world， of course.”
Polly and Digory looked at each other， aghast. Polly had disliked the Queen from the first； and even Digory， now that he had heard the story， felt that he had seen quite as much of her as he wanted. Certainly， she was not at all the sort of person one would like to take home. And if they didlike， they didn’t know how they could. What they wanted was to get away themselves： but Polly couldn‘t get at her ring and of course Digory couldn’t go without her. Digory got very red in the face and stammered.
“Oh.oh.our world. I d.didn‘t know you wanted to go there.”
“What else were you sent here for if not to fetch me？” asked Jadis.