Might I," Quavered Mary, "might I Have

Somehow, Something Always Happens Just Before Things Get To The Very Worst. It Is As If Magic Did It. If I Could Only Just Remember That Always. The Worse Thing Never Quite Comes.

And The Secret Garden Bloomed And Bloomed And Every Morning Revealed New Miracles.

At First People Refuse To Believe That A Strange New Thing Can Be Done, Then They Begin To Hope It Can Be Done, Then They See It Can Be Done--then It Is Done And All The World Wonders Why It Was Not Done Centuries Ago.

Sometimes Since I've Been In The Garden I've Looked Up Through The Trees At The Sky And I Have Had A Strange Feeling Of Being Happy As If Something Was Pushing And Drawing In My Chest And Making Me Breathe Fast. Magic Is Always Pushing And Drawing And Making Things Out Of Nothing. Everything Is Made Out Of Magic, Leaves And Trees, Flowers And Birds, Badgers And Foxes And Squirrels And People. So It Must Be All Around Us. In This Garden - In All The Places.

All Women Are Princesses , It Is Our Right.