I stood on my feet this afternoon." "It is always having your own way that has made you so queer," Mary went on, thinking aloud.
Colin turned his head, frowning.
"Am I queer ?" he demanded.
"Yes," answered Mary, "very.

But you needn't be cross," she added impartially, "because so am I queer--and so is Ben Weatherstaff.

But I am not as queer as I was before I began to like people and before I found the garden." "I don't want to be queer," said Colin.

"I am not going to be," and he frowned again with determination.
He was a very proud boy.

He lay thinking for a while and then Mary saw his beautiful smile begin and gradually change his whole face.
"I shall stop being queer," he said, "if I go every day to the garden.
There is Magic in there--good Magic, you know, Mary.