“Don‘t you see？” said Digory. “This is where the bar fell. the bar she tore off the lamp.post at home. It sank into the ground and now it’s coming up as a young lamp.post.” （But not so very young now； it was as tall as Digory while he said this.）“That‘s it！ Stupendous， stupendous，” said Uncle Andrew， rubbing his hands harder than ever. “Ho， ho！ They laughed at my Magic. That fool of a sister of mine thinks I’m a lunatic. I wonder what they‘ll say now？ I have discovered a world where everything is bursting with life and growth. Columbus， now， they talk about Columbus. But what was America to this？ The commercial possibilities of this country are unbounded. Bring a few old bits of scrap iron here， bury ’em， and up they come as brand new railway engines， battleships， anything you please. They‘ll cost nothing， and I can sell ’em at full prices in England. I shall be a millionaire. And then the climate！ I feel years younger already. I can run it as a health resort. A good sanatorium here might be worth twenty thousand a year. Of course I shall have to let a few people into the secret. The first thing is to get that brute shot.”
“You‘re just like the Witch，” said Polly. “All you think of is killing things.”
