Being strong.
That's the magic.Magic! Help me! Magic! Help me!
At last Colin stopped.Now I'm going to walk round the garden, he said,
and took Dickon's arm.Slowly he walked from one wall to another,
followed closely by Mary and Ben.
And when he had walked all the way round, he said, You see! I can walk now!
The magic worked!.
It's wonderful! cried Mary.
Your father will think he is dreaming when he sees you!
I won't tell him yet.I'm going to keep it a secret from everybody.
I'll come to the garden and walk and run a little more every day until I'm as healthy as any other boy.
Then, when my father comes home, I'll walk up to him and say, Here I am, Father.
You see? I'm not going to die!