Presently she said， as if to herself， “What is the old fool doing？ I should have brought a whip.” She stalked out of the room in pursuit of Uncle Andrew without one glance at the children.
“Whew！” said Polly， letting out a long breath of relief. “And now I must get home. It’s frightfully late. I shall catch it.”
“Well do， do come back as soon as you can，” said Digory. “This is simply ghastly， having her here. We must make some sort of plan.”
“That‘s up to your Uncle now，” said Polly. “It was he who started all this messing about with Magic.”
“All the same， you will come back， won’t you？ Hang it all， you can‘t leave me alone in a scrape like this.”
“I shall go home by the tunnel，” said Polly rather coldly. “That’ll be the quickest way. And if you want me to come back， hadn‘t you better say you’re sorry？”
“Sorry？” exclaimed Digory. “Well now， if that isn‘t just like a girl！ What have I done？”
“Oh， nothing of course，” said Polly sarcastically. “Only nearly screwed my wrist off in that room with all the waxworks， like a cowardly bully. Only struck the bell with the hammer， like a silly idiot. Only turned back in the wood so that she had time to catch hold of you before we jumped into our own pool. That’s all.”