And he was very good-natured about getting into the water and wading and grubbing for things; indeed, I think he got to like it.
At first Mr.Wood had been rather afraid of trusting Charlie with him.
He thought Bob might play tricks with the boat, even though he knew how to manage her, when there was only one helpless boy with him.

But Mrs.
Furniss said, "Nay! Our Bob's a bad 'un, but he's not one of that sort, he'll not plague them that's afflicted." And she was quite right; for though his father said he could be trusted with nothing else, we found he could be trusted with Cripple Charlie.
It was two days before the summer holidays came to an end that Charlie asked me to come down to the farm and help him to put away his fern collection and a lot of other things into the places that he had arranged for them in his room; for now that the school-room was wanted again, he could not leave his papers and boxes about there.

Charlie lived at the farm altogether now.

He was better there than on the moors, so he boarded there and went home for visits.

The room Mrs.Wood had given him was the one where the old miser had slept.