- •Illustrator: mb Kork
- •In and out of the bungalow.
- •It's naughty of them, one can't help understanding it."
- •In. What sort of a place was it, and what would he be like? What was a
- •Imagined she was her little girl.
- •In his short, cold way. "Captain Lennox was my wife's brother and I am
- •India, and anything new rather attracted her. But she did not intend to
- •It would go on forever and ever. She watched it so long and steadily
- •It seemed quite proper that other people should wait on one.
- •Village and she had seen whitewashed cottages and the lights of a public
- •It was in this way Mistress Mary arrived at Misselthwaite Manor and she
- •Impudent, "it's time tha' should learn. Tha' cannot begin younger. It'll
- •It's been made into a nursery for thee. I'll help thee on with thy
- •It had not been the custom that Mistress Mary should do anything but
- •If Mary Lennox had been a child who was ready to be amused she would
- •In their lives. They're as hungry as young hawks an' foxes."
- •Ivy, and that it stood open. This was not the closed garden, evidently,
- •It also and trees trained against them, and there were bare fruit-trees
- •It was the queerest thing in the world to see the old fellow. He looked
- •It is a Yorkshire habit to say what you think with blunt frankness, and
- •If he hasn't took a fancy to thee."
- •In the park. Sometimes she looked for Ben Weatherstaff, but though
- •In its hole and he brought it home in th' bosom of his shirt to keep it
- •Inspired by a new idea. She made up her mind to go and find it herself.
- •It was while she was standing here and just after she had said this that
- •Immediately, and called to Martha.
- •It's comin'."
- •It all day like Dickon does."
- •Very soon she heard the soft rustling flight of wings again and she knew
- •It was all through Ben Weatherstaff's robin.
- •Into a tree nearby she put out her hand and picked the ring up. It was
- •It quite alone, because nobody would ever know where she was, but would
- •In her hands under her apron.
- •It was plain that there was not a great deal of strength in Mistress
- •Interested than she had ever been since she was born. The sun was
- •It again to-day. He'll be bound to find out what th' skippin'-rope is.
- •If she had been Ben Weatherstaff she could have told whether the wood
- •In them.
- •In the course of her digging with her pointed stick Mistress Mary had
- •Very little because her governesses had disliked her too much to stay
- •Interesting to be determined about, she was very much absorbed, indeed.
- •Is about."
- •It was true that she had turned red and then pale. Dickon saw her do it,
- •It. Perhaps everything is dead in it already; I don't know."
- •Indian, and at the same time hot and sorrowful.
- •It. The delicatest ones has died out, but th' others has growed an'
- •I've cut off, it's done for. There's a big root here as all this live
- •I'll--I don't know what I'll do," she ended helplessly. What could you
- •I just remembered it and it made me wonder if there were really flowers
- •I'll get some more work done before I start back home."
- •If he did not come back until winter, or even autumn, there would be
- •In her eagerness she did not realize how queer the words would sound and
- •Indeed seen as little of her as she dared. In addition to this she was
- •In the springtime. She was awakened in the night by the sound of rain
- •I don't care about Mrs. Medlock--I don't care!"
- •Immense.
- •In the mysterious hidden-away room and talk to the mysterious boy.
- •It? Had she never looked for the door? Had she never asked the
- •Inquired.
- •Very low little chanting song in Hindustani.
- •Very soon afterward a bell rang and she rolled up her knitting.
- •It was the best thing she could have said. To talk about Dickon meant to
- •Is why I want her."
- •In her talks with Colin, Mary had tried to be very cautious about the
- •If gardens and fresh air had been good for her perhaps they would be
- •Itself and a great waft of fresh, scented air blew in upon her. The moor
- •Indeed. She had never seen a crow so close before and he made her a
- •Is it tha's got to tell me?"
- •It. Ben Weatherstaff says he is so conceited he would rather have stones
- •Very busy in the garden."
- •In bloom against th' walls, an' th' grass'll be a carpet o' flowers."
- •It would be, but now she had changed her mind entirely. She would never
- •If she had been friends with Colin she would have run to show him her
- •It was not until afterward that Mary realized that the thing had been
- •I wish you would!"
- •It was a poor thin back to look at when it was bared. Every rib could be
- •Insisted obstinately that he was not as ill as he thought he was he
- •If you like."
- •Imagine it looks like inside? I am sure it will make me go to sleep."
- •It? An' tha' a Yorkshire lad thysel' bred an' born! Eh! I wonder tha'rt
- •Insane with hysteria and self-indulgence."
- •In a moment Dr. Craven's serious face relaxed into a relieved smile.
- •If you do you'll likely not get even th' pips, an' them's too bitter to
- •It was not the first motherless lamb he had found and he knew what to do
- •In the servants' hall and keep them there. I want them here."
- •Immediately the little creature turned to the warm velvet dressing-gown
- •Into a rage but that there was so much careful and mysterious planning
- •Ivied walls. As each day passed, Colin had become more and more fixed in
- •Very important."
- •Inside the room Colin was leaning back on his cushions.
- •In Red Riding-Hood, when Red Riding-Hood felt called upon to remark on
- •I'm going to grow here myself."
- •I' Yorkshire!"
- •I got crooked legs?"
- •In his manner. Mary had poured out speech as rapidly as she could as
- •It was done quickly enough indeed. Ben Weatherstaff went his way
- •It was filled in and pressed down and made steady. Mary was leaning
- •Is an animal. I am sure there is Magic in everything, only we have not
- •I was going to try to stand that first time Mary kept saying to herself
- •It will get to be part of you and it will stay and do things."
- •It all seemed most majestic and mysterious when they sat down in their
- •In Ben Weatherstaff's back. Magic! Magic! Come and help!"
- •It was not an unfriendly grunt, but it was a grunt. In fact, being a
- •If any of 'em's about."
- •I like. Every one has orders to keep out of the way. I won't be watched
- •In moorland air and whose breakfast was more than two hours behind him.
- •Its brief blossom-time was ended. After the ceremony Colin always took
- •Invalid he was a disgraceful sight. Dr. Craven held his chin in his hand
- •It occurred to him that this boy was learning to fly--or rather to
- •Inspiration.
- •Instinct so natural that he did not know it was understanding. He pulled
- •Intruder at all. Dickon's eyes lighted like lamps.
- •Invalid.
- •In the garden
- •In each century since the beginning of the world wonderful things have
- •In an agreeable determinedly courageous one. Two things cannot be in one
- •It was as if he poisoned the air about him with gloom. Most strangers
- •It was growing stronger but--because of the rare peaceful hours when his
- •I will make bold to speak again. Please, sir, I
- •Volunteered, was over at the Manor working in one of the gardens where
- •Into the library and sent for Mrs. Medlock. She came to him somewhat
- •In a queer way when he's alone with Miss Mary. He never used to laugh at
- •In Yorkshire--Master Colin!
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It all seemed most majestic and mysterious when they sat down in their
circle. Ben Weatherstaff felt as if he had somehow been led into
appearing at a prayer-meeting. Ordinarily he was very fixed in being
what he called "agen' prayer-meetin's" but this being the Rajah's affair
he did not resent it and was indeed inclined to be gratified at being
called upon to assist. Mistress Mary felt solemnly enraptured. Dickon
held his rabbit in his arm, and perhaps he made some charmer's signal no
one heard, for when he sat down, cross-legged like the rest, the crow,
the fox, the squirrels and the lamb slowly drew near and made part of
the circle, settling each into a place of rest as if of their own
desire.
"The 'creatures' have come," said Colin gravely. "They want to help us."
Colin really looked quite beautiful, Mary thought. He held his head high
as if he felt like a sort of priest and his strange eyes had a wonderful
look in them. The light shone on him through the tree canopy.
"Now we will begin," he said. "Shall we sway backward and forward, Mary,
as if we were dervishes?"
"I canna' do no swayin' back'ard and for'ard," said Ben Weatherstaff.
"I've got th' rheumatics."
"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 Weatherstaff a trifle testily. "They
turned me out o' th' church choir th' 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 lamb's back. Soot had
pushed away a squirrel and huddled close to him on his shoulder, the
gray film dropped over his eyes. At last Colin stopped.
"Now I am going to walk round the garden," he announced.
Ben Weatherstaff's head had just dropped forward and he lifted it with a
jerk.
"You have been asleep," said Colin.
"Nowt o' th' sort," mumbled Ben. "Th' sermon was good enow--but I'm
bound to get out afore th' collection."
He was not quite awake yet.
"You're not in church," said Colin.
"Not me," said Ben, straightening himself. "Who said I were? I heard
every bit of it. You said th' Magic was in my back. Th' doctor calls it
rheumatics."
The Rajah waved his hand.
"That was the wrong Magic," he said. "You will get better. You have my
permission to go to your work. But come back to-morrow."
"I'd like to see thee walk round the garden," grunted Ben.