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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
.
The
secret
garden
was
not
the
only
one
Dickon
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
,
Dickon
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
Dickon
’
s
garden
.
Anything
’
ll
grow
for
him
.
His
’
taters
and
cabbages
is
twice
th
’
size
of
anyone
else
’
s
an
’
they
’
ve
got
a
flavor
with
’
em
as
nobody
’
s
has
.
”
