He could not resist an affable nod to
Bab and Betty, for they stood under the maple-tree, and the memory of
their circulating library made him forget his dignity in his gratitude.
"We will take them next time, but now I want to talk to you," began
Miss Celia, as Lita climbed the hill. "My brother has been ill, and I
have brought him here to get well. I want to do all sorts of things to
amuse him, and I think you can help me in many ways. Would you like to
work for me instead of the Squire?"
"I guess I would!" ejaculated Ben, so heartily that no further
assurances were needed, and Miss Celia went on, well pleased:
"You see, poor Thorny is weak and fretful, and does not like to exert
himself, though he ought to be out a great deal, and kept from thinking
of his little troubles. He cannot walk much yet, so I have a wheeled
chair to push him in, and the paths are so hard it will be easy to roll
him around. That will be one thing you can do. Another is to take care
of his pets till he is able to do it himself. Then you can tell him
your adventures, and talk to him as only a boy can talk to a boy. That
will amuse him when I want to write or go out; but I never leave him
long, and hope he will soon be running about as well as the rest of us.
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