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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.

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