The Secret Garden HTML version
When The Sun Went Down
When his head was out of sight Colin turned to Mary.
"Go and meet him," he said; and Mary flew across the grass to the door under the ivy.
Dickon was watching him with sharp eyes. There were scarlet spots on his cheeks and he
looked amazing, but he showed no signs of falling.
"I can stand," he said, and his head was still held up and he said it quite grandly.
"I told thee tha' could as soon as tha' stopped bein' afraid," answered Dickon. "An' tha's
"Yes, I've stopped," said Colin.
Then suddenly he remembered something Mary had said.
"Are you making Magic?" he asked sharply.
Dickon's curly mouth spread in a cheerful grin.
"Tha's doin' Magic thysel'," he said. "It's same Magic as made these 'ere work out o' th'
earth," and he touched with his thick boot a clump of crocuses in the grass. Colin looked
down at them.
"Aye," he said slowly, "there couldna' be bigger Magic than that there--there couldna'
He drew himself up straighter than ever.
"I'm going to walk to that tree," he said, pointing to one a few feet away from him. "I'm
going to be standing when Weatherstaff comes here. I can rest against the tree if I like.
When I want to sit down I will sit down, but not before. Bring a rug from the chair."
He walked to the tree and though Dickon held his arm he was wonderfully steady. When
he stood against the tree trunk it was not too plain that he supported himself against it,
and he still held himself so straight that he looked tall.
When Ben Weatherstaff came through the door in the wall he saw him standing there and
he heard Mary muttering something under her breath.
"What art sayin'?" he asked rather testily because he did not want his attention distracted
from the long thin straight boy figure and proud face.
But she did not tell him. What she was saying was this: