Chapter 32

           Oliver’sailingswereneitherslightnorfew.Inadditiontothepainanddelayattendantonabrokenlimb,hisexposuretothewetandcoldhadbroughtonfeverandague:whichhungabouthimformanyweeks,andreducedhimsadly.But,atlength,hebegan,byslowdegrees,togetbetter,andtobeabletosaysometimes,inafewtearfulwords,howdeeplyhefeltthegoodnessofthetwosweetladies,andhowardentlyhehopedthatwhenhegrewstrongandwellagain,hecoulddosomethingtoshowhisgratitude;onlysomething,whichwouldletthemseetheloveanddutywithwhichhisbreastwasfull;something,howeverslight,whichwouldprovetothemthattheirgentlekindnesshadnotbeencastaway;butthatthepoorboywhomtheircharityhadrescuedfrommisery,ordeath,waseagertoservethemwithhiswholeheartandsoul.

           ‘Poorfellow!’saidRose,whenOliverhadbeenonedayfeeblyendeavouringtoutterthewordsofthankfulnessthatrosetohispalelips;‘youshallhavemanyopportunitiesofservingus,ifyouwill.Wearegoingintothecountry,andmyauntintendsthatyoushallaccompanyus.Thequietplace,thepureair,andallthepleasureandbeautiesofspring,willrestoreyouinafewdays.Wewillemployyouinahundredways,whenyoucanbearthetrouble.

           ‘Thetrouble!’criedOliver.

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