"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 about.

That will be one thing you can do.