The Secret Garden, complete online version

First edition illustrated Children's Book By Frances Hodgson Burnett

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MAGIC                           305
" 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 Weather-staff a trifle testily. " They turned me out o' thT church choir th1 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. Dickon sat cross-legged with his rabbit asleep on his arm and a hand resting on the