“Of course，” said Uncle Andrew， “I didn‘t dare to open the box for a long time， for I knew it might contain something highly dangerous. For my godmother was a very remarkable woman. The truth is， she was one of the last mortals in this country who had fairy blood in her. （She said there had been two others in her time. One was a duchess and the other a charwoman.） In fact， Digory， you are now talking to the last man （possibly） who really had a fairy godmother. There！ That’ll be something for you to remember when you are an old man yourself.”
“I bet she was a bad fairy，” thought Digory； and added out loud， “But what about Polly？”