Таинственный сад
XXIII. Magic
Iamgoingtomakethescientificexperimentoftryingtogetsomeandputitinmyselfandmakeitpushanddrawmeandmakemestrong.Idon’tknowhowtodoitbutIthinkthatifyoukeepthinkingaboutitandcallingitperhapsitwillcome.Perhapsthatisthefirstbabywaytogetit.WhenIwasgoingtotrytostandthatfirsttimeMarykeptsayingtoherselfasfastasshecould,‘Youcandoit!Youcandoit!’andIdid.Ihadtotrymyselfatthesametime,ofcourse,butherMagichelpedme—andsodidDickon’s.EverymorningandeveningandasofteninthedaytimeasIcanrememberIamgoingtosay,‘Magicisinme!Magicismakingmewell!IamgoingtobeasstrongasDickon,asstrongasDickon!’Andyoumustalldoit,too.ThatismyexperimentWillyouhelp,BenWeatherstaff?”
“Aye,aye,sir!”saidBenWeatherstaff.“Aye,aye!”
“Ifyoukeepdoingiteverydayasregularlyassoldiersgothroughdrillweshallseewhatwillhappenandfindoutiftheexperimentsucceeds.YoulearnthingsbysayingthemoverandoverandthinkingaboutthemuntiltheystayinyourmindforeverandIthinkitwillbethesamewithMagic.Ifyoukeepcallingittocometoyouandhelpyouitwillgettobepartofyouanditwillstayanddothings.”
“IonceheardanofficerinIndiatellmymotherthattherewerefakirswhosaidwordsoverandoverthousandsoftimes,”saidMary.
“I’veheardJemFettleworth’swifesayth’samethingoverthousandso’times—callin’Jemadrunkenbrute,”saidBenWeatherstaffdryly.“Summatalluscomeo’that,sureenough.