She was a great believer in Magic.

Secretly she quite believed that Dickon worked Magic, of course good Magic, on everything near him and that was why people liked him so much and wild creatures knew he was their friend.

She wondered, indeed, if it were not possible that his gift had brought the robin just at the right moment when Colin asked that dangerous question.
She felt that his Magic was working all the afternoon and making Colin look like an entirely different boy.

It did not seem possible that he could be the crazy creature who had screamed and beaten and bitten his pillow.

Even his ivory whiteness seemed to change.