But he picked it up again, and said nothing.

This silence had more influence upon Oliver, whose nature was very generous, than the bitterest retort.

He sat up on the sward.
"I will help launch it," he said.

"We could manage it between us, if you don't want a lot of the fellows down here." "Thank you.

I should like that best." "And I will help you with the cart when you start." Oliver rolled over on his back, and looked up idly at the white flecks of cloud sailing at a great height.
"Old Mouse is a wretch not to give me a command," he said presently.
Felix looked round involuntarily, lest any one should have heard; Mouse was the nick-name for the Prince.