"I am not sure that I can allow it," answered Dr. Craven. "I am afraid it would not be wise."
"It would not be wise to try to stop me," said Colin quite seriously. "I am going."
Even Mary had found out that one of Colin"s chief peculiarities was that he did not know in the least what a rude little brute he was with his way of ordering people about. He had lived on a sort of desert island all his life and as he had been the king of it he had made his own manners and had had no one to compare himself with. Mary had indeed been rather like him herself and since she had been at Misselthwaite had gradually discovered that her own manners had not been of the kind which is usual or popular. Having made this discovery she naturally thought it of enough interest to communicate to Colin. So she sat and looked at him curiously for a few minutes after Dr. Craven had gone. She wanted to make him ask her why she was doing it and of course she did.
"What are you looking at me for?" he said.
"I"m thinking that I am rather sorry for Dr. Craven."
"So am I," said Colin calmly, but not without an air of some satisfaction. "He won"t get Misselthwaite at all now I"m not going to die."
"I"m sorry for him because of that, of course," said Mary, "but I was thinking just then that it must have been very horrid to have had to be polite for ten years to a boy who was always rude. I would never have done it."
"Am I rude?" Colin inquired undisturbedly.
"If you had been his own boy and he had been a slapping sort of man," said Mary, "he would have slapped you."
"But he daren"t," said Colin.
"No, he daren"t," answered Mistress Mary, thinking the thing out quite without prejudice. "n.o.body ever dared to do anything you didn"t like-because you were going to die and things like that. You were such a poor thing."
"But," announced Colin stubbornly, "I am not going to be a poor thing. I won"t let people think I"m one. I stood on my feet this afternoon."
"It is always having your own way that has made you so queer," Mary went on, thinking aloud.
Colin turned his head, frowning.
"Am I queer?" he demanded.
"Yes," answered Mary, "very. But you needn"t be cross," she added impartially, "because so am I queer-and so is Ben Weatherstaff. But I am not as queer as I was before I began to like people and before I found the garden."
"I don"t want to be queer," said Colin. "I am not going to be," and he frowned again with determination.
He was a very proud boy. He lay thinking for a while and then Mary saw his beautiful smile begin and gradually change his whole face.
"I shall stop being queer," he said, "if I go every day to the garden. There is Magic in there-good Magic, you know, Mary. I am sure there is." "So am I," said Mary.
"Even if it isn"t real Magic," Colin said, "we can pretend it is. Something is there-something!"
"It"s Magic," said Mary, "but not black. It"s as white as snow."
They always called it Magic and indeed it seemed like it in the months that followed-the wonderful months-the radiant months-the amazing ones. Oh! the things which happened in that garden! If you have never had a garden you cannot understand, and if you have had a garden you will know that it would take a whole book to describe all that came to pa.s.s there. At first it seemed that green things would never cease pushing their way through the earth, in the gra.s.s, in the beds, even in the crevices of the walls. Then the green things began to show buds and the buds began to unfurl and show color, every shade of blue, every shade of purple, every tint and hue of crimson. In its happy days flowers had been tucked away into every inch and hole and corner. Ben Weatherstaff had seen it done and had himself sc.r.a.ped out mortar from between the bricks of the wall and made pockets of earth for lovely clinging things to grow on. Iris and white lilies rose out of the gra.s.s in sheaves, and the green alcoves filled themselves with amazing armies of the blue and white flower lances of tall delphiniums or columbines or campanulas.
"She was main fond o" them-she was," Ben Weatherstaff said. "She liked them things as was allus pointin" up to th" blue sky, she used to tell. Not as she was one o" them as looked down on th" earth-not her. She just loved it but she said as th" blue sky allus looked so joyful."
The seeds d.i.c.kon and Mary had planted grew as if fairies had tended them. Satiny poppies of all tints danced in the breeze by the score, gaily defying flowers which had lived in the garden for years and which it might be confessed seemed rather to wonder how such new people had got there. And the roses-the roses! Rising out of the gra.s.s, tangled round the sun-dial, wreathing the tree trunks and hanging from their branches, climbing up the walls and spreading over them with long garlands falling in cascades-they came alive day by day, hour by hour. Fair fresh leaves, and buds-and buds-tiny at first but swelling and working Magic until they burst and uncurled into cups of scent delicately spilling themselves over their brims and filling the garden air.
Colin saw it all, watching each change as it took place. Every morning he was brought out and every hour of each day when it didn"t rain he spent in the garden. Even gray days pleased him. He would lie on the gra.s.s "watching things growing," he said. If you watched long enough, he declared, you could see buds unsheath themselves. Also you could make the acquaintance of strange busy insect things running about on various unknown but evidently serious errands, sometimes carrying tiny sc.r.a.ps of straw or feather or food, or climbing blades of gra.s.s as if they were trees from whose tops one could look out to explore the country. A mole throwing up its mound at the end of its burrow and making its way out at last with the long-nailed paws which looked so like elfish hands, had absorbed him one whole morning. Ants" ways, beetles" ways, bees" ways, frogs" ways, birds" ways, plants" ways, gave him a new world to explore and when d.i.c.kon revealed them all and added foxes" ways, otters" ways, ferrets" ways, squirrels" ways, and trout" and water-rats" and badgers" ways, there was no end to the things to talk about and think over.
And this was not the half of the Magic. The fact that he had really once stood on his feet had set Colin thinking tremendously and when Mary told him of the spell she had worked he was excited and approved of it greatly. He talked of it constantly.
"Of course there must be lots of Magic in the world," he said wisely one day, "but people don"t know what it is like or how to make it. Perhaps the beginning is just to say nice things are going to happen until you make them happen. I am going to try and experiment."
The next morning when they went to the secret garden he sent at once for Ben Weatherstaff. Ben came as quickly as he could and found the Rajah standing on his feet under a tree and looking very grand but also very beautifully smiling.
"Good morning, Ben Weatherstaff," he said. "I want you and d.i.c.kon and Miss Mary to stand in a row and listen to me because I am going to tell you something very important."
"Aye, aye, sir!" answered Ben Weatherstaff, touching his forehead. (One of the long concealed charms of Ben Weatherstaff was that in his boyhood he had once run away to sea and had made voyages. So he could reply like a sailor.)
"I am going to try a scientific experiment," explained the Rajah. "When I grow up I am going to make great scientific discoveries and I am going to begin now with this experiment."
"Aye, aye, sir!" said Ben Weatherstaff promptly, though this was the first time he had heard of great scientific discoveries.
It was the first time Mary had heard of them, either, but even at this stage she had begun to realize that, queer as he was, Colin had read about a great many singular things and was somehow a very convincing sort of boy. When he held up his head and fixed his strange eyes on you it seemed as if you believed him almost in spite of yourself though he was only ten years old-going on eleven. At this moment he was especially convincing because he suddenly felt the fascination of actually making a sort of speech like a grown-up person.
"The great scientific discoveries I am going to make," he went on, "will be about Magic. Magic is a great thing and scarcely any one knows anything about it except a few people in old books-and Mary a little, because she was born in India where there are fakirs. I believe d.i.c.kon knows some Magic, but perhaps he doesn"t know he knows it. He charms animals and people. I would never have let him come to see me if he had not been an animal charmer-which is a boy charmer, too, because a boy is an animal. I am sure there is Magic in everything, only we have not sense enough to get hold of it and make it do things for us-like electricity and horses and steam."
This sounded so imposing that Ben Weatherstaff became quite excited and really could not keep still. "Aye, aye, sir," he said and he began to stand up quite straight.
"When Mary found this garden it looked quite dead," the orator proceeded. "Then something began pushing things up out of the soil and making things out of nothing. One day things weren"t there and another they were. I had never watched things before and it made me feel very curious. Scientific people are always curious and I am going to be scientific. I keep saying to myself, "What is it? What is it?" It"s something. It can"t be nothing! I don"t know its name so I call it Magic. I have never seen the sun rise but Mary and d.i.c.kon have and from what they tell me I am sure that is Magic too. Something pushes it up and draws it. Sometimes since I"ve been in the garden I"ve looked up through the trees at the sky and I have had a strange feeling of being happy as if something were pushing and drawing in my chest and making me breathe fast. Magic is always pushing and drawing and making things out of nothing. Everything is made out of Magic, leaves and trees, flowers and birds, badgers and foxes and squirrels and people. So it must be all around us. In this garden-in all the places. The Magic in this garden has made me stand up and know I am going to live to be a man. I am going to make the scientific experiment of trying to get some and put it in myself and make it push and draw me and make me strong. I don"t know how to do it but I think that if you keep thinking about it and calling it perhaps it will come. Perhaps that is the first baby way to get it. When I was going to try to stand that first time Mary kept saying to herself as fast as she could, "You can do it! You can do it!" and I did. I had to try myself at the same time, of course, but her Magic helped me-and so did d.i.c.kon"s. Every morning and evening and as often in the daytime as I can remember I am going to say, "Magic is in me! Magic is making me well! I am going to be as strong as d.i.c.kon, as strong as d.i.c.kon!" And you must all do it, too. That is my experiment Will you help, Ben Weatherstaff?"
"Aye, aye, sir!" said Ben Weatherstaff. "Aye, aye!"
"If you keep doing it every day as regularly as soldiers go through drill we shall see what will happen and find out if the experiment succeeds. You learn things by saying them over and over and thinking about them until they stay in your mind forever and I think it will be the same with Magic. If you keep calling it to come to you and help you it will get to be part of you and it will stay and do things." "I once heard an officer in India tell my mother that there were fakirs who said words over and over thousands of times," said Mary.
"I"ve heard Jem Fettleworth"s wife say th" same thing over thousands o" times-callin" Jem a drunken brute," said Ben Weatherstaff dryly. "Summat allus come o" that, sure enough. He gave her a good hidin" an" went to th" Blue Lion an" got as drunk as a lord."
Colin drew his brows together and thought a few minutes. Then he cheered up.
"Well," he said, "you see something did come of it. She used the wrong Magic until she made him beat her. If she"d used the right Magic and had said something nice perhaps he wouldn"t have got as drunk as a lord and perhaps-perhaps he might have bought her a new bonnet."
Ben Weatherstaff chuckled and there was shrewd admiration in his little old eyes.
"Tha"rt a clever lad as well as a straight-legged one, Mester Colin," he said. "Next time I see Bess Fettleworth I"ll give her a bit of a hint o" what Magic will do for her. She"d be rare an" pleased if th" sinetifik "speriment worked-an" so "ud Jem."
d.i.c.kon had stood listening to the lecture, his round eyes shining with curious delight. Nut and Sh.e.l.l were on his shoulders and he held a long-eared white rabbit in his arm and stroked and stroked it softly while it laid its ears along its back and enjoyed itself.
"Do you think the experiment will work?" Colin asked him, wondering what he was thinking. He so often wondered what d.i.c.kon was thinking when he saw him looking at him or at one of his "creatures" with his happy wide smile.
He smiled now and his smile was wider than usual.
"Aye," he answered, "that I do. It"ll work same as th" seeds do when th" sun shines on "em. It"ll work for sure. Shall us begin it now?"
Colin was delighted and so was Mary. Fired by recollections of fakirs and devotees in ill.u.s.trations Colin suggested that they should all sit cross-legged under the tree which made a canopy.
"It will be like sitting in a sort of temple," said Colin. "I"m rather tired and I want to sit down."
"Eh!" said d.i.c.kon, "tha" mustn"t begin by sayin" tha"rt tired. Tha" might spoil th" Magic."