Hullo, What's your name? ... Digory... It isn't half so funny as Polly. (read Polly's part for context)

Alright, I have then (--said Digory in a much louder voice, like a boy who was so miserable that he didn't care who knew he had been crying.) And so would you, if you'd lived all your life in the country and had a pony, and a river at the bottom of the garden, and then been brought to live in a beastly Hole like this.

You may think it interesting, But you wouldn't like it if you had to sleep there. How would you like to lie awake listening for Uncle Andrew's step to come creeping along the passage to your room? And he has such awful eyes.