“A lot better，” said Digory， “But be careful to get your hand into your pocket without touching your ring.”
This was a difficult and delicate job but they managed it in the end. The little paper bag was very squashy and sticky when they finally got it out， so that it was more a question of tearing the bag off the toffees than of getting the toffees out of the bag. Some grown.ups （you know how fussy they can be about that sort of thing） would rather have gone without supper altogether than eaten those toffees. There were nine of them all told. It was Digory who had the bright idea of eating four each and planting the ninth； for， as he said， “if the bar off the lamp.post turned into a little light.tree， why shouldn’t this turn into a toffee.tree？” So they dibbled a small hole in the turf and buried the piece of toffee. Then they ate the other pieces， making them last as long as they could. It was a poor meal， even with all the paper they couldn‘t help eating as well.