The secret garden

MAGIC 295" So am I," said Mary.1Even if it isn't real 1Magic,' Colin " said, wecan pretend it is. Somethingis there something!"" It's Magic," said Mary, " but not black.It'sas white as snow."They always called it Magic and indeed itseemed like it in the months that followed thewonderful months the radiant months theamazing ones. Oh ! the things which happened inthat garden If you have never had a garden, you!cannot understand, and ifyou have had a gardenyou will know that it would take a whole book todescribe all that came to pass there. At first itseemed that green things would never cease pushingtheir 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 thebuds began to unfurl and show color, every shadeof blue, every shade of purple, every tint and hueof crimson. In itshappy days flowers had beentucked away into every inch and hole and corner.Ben Weatherstaff had seen it done and had himselfscraped out mortar from between the bricksof the wall and made pockets of earth for lovelyclinging things to grow on. Iris and white liliesrose out of the grass in sheaves, and the greenalcoves filled themselves with amazing armies of