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“
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
pass
there
.
At
first
it
seemed
that
green
things
would
never
cease
pushing
their
way
through
the
earth
,
in
the
grass
,
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
scraped
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
grass
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
.
