The Secret Garden

Chapter 36

Colin turned and looked at him-into his innocent round eyes.

"That"s true," he said slowly. "I must only think of the Magic." It all seemed most majestic and mysterious when they sat down in their circle. Ben Weatherstaff felt as if he had somehow been led into appearing at a prayer-meeting. Ordinarily he was very fixed in being what he called "agen" prayer-meetin"s" but this being the Rajah"s affair he did not resent it and was indeed inclined to be gratified at being called upon to a.s.sist. Mistress Mary felt solemnly enraptured. d.i.c.kon held his rabbit in his arm, and perhaps he made some charmer"s signal no one heard, for when he sat down, cross-legged like the rest, the crow, the fox, the squirrels and the lamb slowly drew near and made part of the circle, settling each into a place of rest as if of their own desire.

"The "creatures" have come," said Colin gravely. "They want to help us."

Colin really looked quite beautiful, Mary thought. He held his head high as if he felt like a sort of priest and his strange eyes had a wonderful look in them. The light shone on him through the tree canopy.

"Now we will begin," he said. "Shall we sway backward and forward, Mary, as if we were dervishes?"



"I canna" do no swayin" back"ard and for"ard," said Ben Weatherstaff. "I"ve got th" rheumatics."

"The Magic will take them away," said Colin in a High Priest tone, "but we won"t sway until it has done it. We will only chant."

"I canna" do no chantin"" said Ben Weatherstaff a trifle testily. "They turned me out o" th" church choir th" only time I ever tried it."

No one smiled. They were all too much in earnest. Colin"s face was not even crossed by a shadow. He was thinking only of the Magic.

"Then I will chant," he said. And he began, looking like a strange boy spirit. "The sun is shining-the sun is shining. That is the Magic. The flowers are growing-the roots are stirring. That is the Magic. Being alive is the Magic-being strong is the Magic. The Magic is in me-the Magic is in me. It is in me-it is in me. It"s in every one of us. It"s in Ben Weatherstaff"s back. Magic! Magic! Come and help!"

He said it a great many times-not a thousand times but quite a goodly number. Mary listened entranced. She felt as if it were at once queer and beautiful and she wanted him to go on and on. Ben Weatherstaff began to feel soothed into a sort of dream which was quite agreeable. The humming of the bees in the blossoms mingled with the chanting voice and drowsily melted into a doze. d.i.c.kon sat cross-legged with his rabbit asleep on his arm and a hand resting on the lamb"s back. Soot had pushed away a squirrel and huddled close to him on his shoulder, the gray film dropped over his eyes. At last Colin stopped.

"Now I am going to walk round the garden," he announced.

Ben Weatherstaff"s head had just dropped forward and he lifted it with a jerk.

"You have been asleep," said Colin.

"Nowt o" th" sort," mumbled Ben. "Th" sermon was good enow-but I"m bound to get out afore th" collection."

He was not quite awake yet.

"You"re not in church," said Colin.

"Not me," said Ben, straightening himself. "Who said I were? I heard every bit of it. You said th" Magic was in my back. Th" doctor calls it rheumatics."

The Rajah waved his hand.

"That was the wrong Magic," he said. "You will get better. You have my permission to go to your work. But come back tomorrow."

"I"d like to see thee walk round the garden," grunted Ben.

It was not an unfriendly grunt, but it was a grunt. In fact, being a stubborn old party and not having entire faith in Magic he had made up his mind that if he were sent away he would climb his ladder and look over the wall so that he might be ready to hobble back if there were any stumbling.

The Rajah did not object to his staying and so the procession was formed. It really did look like a procession. Colin was at its head with d.i.c.kon on one side and Mary on the other. Ben Weatherstaff walked behind, and the "creatures" trailed after them, the lamb and the fox cub keeping close to d.i.c.kon, the white rabbit hopping along or stopping to nibble and Soot following with the solemnity of a person who felt himself in charge.

It was a procession which moved slowly but with dignity. Every few yards it stopped to rest. Colin leaned on d.i.c.kon"s arm and privately Ben Weatherstaff kept a sharp lookout, but now and then Colin took his hand from its support and walked a few steps alone. His head was held up all the time and he looked very grand.

"The Magic is in me!" he kept saying. "The Magic is making me strong! I can feel it! I can feel it!"

It seemed very certain that something was upholding and uplifting him. He sat on the seats in the alcoves, and once or twice he sat down on the gra.s.s and several times he paused in the path and leaned on d.i.c.kon, but he would not give up until he had gone all round the garden. When he returned to the canopy tree his cheeks were flushed and he looked triumphant.

"I did it! The Magic worked!" he cried. "That is my first scientific discovery.".

"What will Dr. Craven say?" broke out Mary.

"He won"t say anything," Colin answered, "because he will not be told. This is to be the biggest secret of all. No one is to know anything about it until I have grown so strong that I can walk and run like any other boy. I shall come here every day in my chair and I shall be taken back in it. I won"t have people whispering and asking questions and I won"t let my father hear about it until the experiment has quite succeeded. Then sometime when he comes back to Misselthwaite I shall just walk into his study and say "Here I am; I am like any other boy. I am quite well and I shall live to be a man. It has been done by a scientific experiment.""

"He will think he is in a dream," cried Mary. "He won"t believe his eyes."

Colin flushed triumphantly. He had made himself believe that he was going to get well, which was really more than half the battle, if he had been aware of it. And the thought which stimulated him more than any other was this imagining what his father would look like when he saw that he had a son who was as straight and strong as other fathers" sons. One of his darkest miseries in the unhealthy morbid past days had been his hatred of being a sickly weak-backed boy whose father was afraid to look at him.

"He"ll be obliged to believe them," he said.

"One of the things I am going to do, after the Magic works and before I begin to make scientific discoveries, is to be an athlete."

"We shall have thee takin" to boxin" in a week or so," said Ben Weatherstaff. "Tha"lt end wi" winnin" th" Belt an" bein" champion prize-fighter of all England."

Colin fixed his eyes on him sternly.

"Weatherstaff," he said, "that is disrespectful. You must not take liberties because you are in the secret. However much the Magic works I shall not be a prize-fighter. I shall be a Scientific Discoverer."

"Ax pardon-ax pardon, sir" answered Ben, touching his forehead in salute. "I ought to have seed it wasn"t a jokin" matter," but his eyes twinkled and secretly he was immensely pleased. He really did not mind being snubbed since the snubbing meant that the lad was gaining strength and spirit.

CHAPTER XXIV

"LET THEM LAUGH"

The secret garden was not the only one d.i.c.kon worked in. Round the cottage on the moor there was a piece of ground enclosed by a low wall of rough stones. Early in the morning and late in the fading twilight and on all the days Colin and Mary did not see him, d.i.c.kon worked there planting or tending potatoes and cabbages, turnips and carrots and herbs for his mother. In the company of his "creatures" he did wonders there and was never tired of doing them, it seemed. While he dug or weeded he whistled or sang bits of Yorkshire moor songs or talked to Soot or Captain or the brothers and sisters he had taught to help him.

"We"d never get on as comfortable as we do," Mrs. Sowerby said, "if it wasn"t for d.i.c.kon"s garden. Anything"ll grow for him. His "taters and cabbages is twice th" size of any one else"s an" they"ve got a flavor with "em as n.o.body"s has."

When she found a moment to spare she liked to go out and talk to him. After supper there was still a long clear twilight to work in and that was her quiet time. She could sit upon the low rough wall and look on and hear stories of the day. She loved this time. There were not only vegetables in this garden. d.i.c.kon had bought penny packages of flower seeds now and then and sown bright sweet-scented things among gooseberry bushes and even cabbages and he grew borders of mignonette and pinks and pansies and things whose seeds he could save year after year or whose roots would bloom each spring and spread in time into fine clumps. The low wall was one of the prettiest things in Yorkshire because he had tucked moorland foxglove and ferns and rock-cress and hedgerow flowers into every crevice until only here and there glimpses of the stones were to be seen.

"All a chap"s got to do to make "em thrive, mother," he would say, "is to be friends with "em for sure. They"re just like th" "creatures." If they"re thirsty give "em drink and if they"re hungry give "em a bit o" food. They want to live same as we do. If they died I should feel as if I"d been a bad lad and somehow treated them heartless."

It was in these twilight hours that Mrs. Sowerby heard of all that happened at Misselthwaite Manor. At first she was only told that "Mester Colin" had taken a fancy to going out into the grounds with Miss Mary and that it was doing him good. But it was not long before it was agreed between the two children that d.i.c.kon"s mother might "come into the secret." Somehow it was not doubted that she was "safe for sure."

So one beautiful still evening d.i.c.kon told the whole story, with all the thrilling details of the buried key and the robin and the gray haze which had seemed like deadness and the secret Mistress Mary had planned never to reveal. The coming of d.i.c.kon and how it had been told to him, the doubt of Mester Colin and the final drama of his introduction to the hidden domain, combined with the incident of Ben Weatherstaff"s angry face peering over the wall and Mester Colin"s sudden indignant strength, made Mrs. Sowerby"s nice-looking face quite change color several times.

"My word!" she said. "It was a good thing that little la.s.s came to th" Manor. It"s been th" makin" o" her an" th" savin, o" him. Standin" on his feet! An" us all thinkin" he was a poor half-witted lad with not a straight bone in him."

She asked a great many questions and her blue eyes were full of deep thinking.

"What do they make of it at th" Manor-him being so well an" cheerful an" never complainin"?" she inquired. "They don"t know what to make of it," answered d.i.c.kon. "Every day as comes round his face looks different. It"s fillin" out and doesn"t look so sharp an" th" waxy color is goin". But he has to do his bit o" complainin"," with a highly entertained grin.

"What for, i" Mercy"s name?" asked Mrs. Sowerby.

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