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"
Put
that
hat
on
,
and
home
at
once
,
"
said
I.
"
I
'm
dreadfully
grieved
at
you
,
Miss
Cathy
:
you
've
done
extremely
wrong
.
It
's
no
use
pouting
and
crying
:
that
wo
n't
repay
the
trouble
I
've
had
,
scouring
the
country
after
you
.
To
think
how
Mr.
Linton
charged
me
to
keep
you
in
;
and
you
stealing
off
so
!
it
shows
you
are
a
cunning
little
fox
,
and
nobody
will
put
faith
in
you
any
more
.
"
"
What
have
I
done
?
"
sobbed
she
,
instantly
checked
.
"
Papa
charged
me
nothing
:
he
'll
not
scold
me
,
Ellen
--
he
's
never
cross
,
like
you
!
"
"
Come
,
come
!
"
I
repeated
.
"
I
'll
tie
the
riband
.
Now
,
let
us
have
no
petulance
.
Oh
,
for
shame
!
You
thirteen
years
old
,
and
such
a
baby
!
"
This
exclamation
was
caused
by
her
pushing
the
hat
from
her
head
,
and
retreating
to
the
chimney
out
of
my
reach
.
"
Nay
,
"
said
the
servant
,
"
do
n't
be
hard
on
the
bonny
lass
,
Mrs.
Dean
.
We
made
her
stop
:
she
'd
fain
have
ridden
forwards
,
afeard
you
should
be
uneasy
.
Hareton
offered
to
go
with
her
,
and
I
thought
he
should
:
it
's
a
wild
road
over
the
hills
.
"
Hareton
,
during
the
discussion
,
stood
with
his
hands
in
his
pockets
,
too
awkward
to
speak
;
though
he
looked
as
if
he
did
not
relish
my
intrusion
.
"
How
long
am
I
to
wait
?
"
I
continued
,
disregarding
the
woman
's
interference
.
"
It
will
be
dark
in
ten
minutes
.
Where
is
the
pony
,
Miss
Cathy
?
And
where
is
Phoenix
?
I
shall
leave
you
,
unless
you
be
quick
;
so
please
yourself
.
"
"
The
pony
is
in
the
yard
,
"
she
replied
,
"
and
Phoenix
is
shut
in
there
.
He
's
bitten
--
and
so
is
Charlie
.
I
was
going
to
tell
you
all
about
it
;
but
you
are
in
a
bad
temper
,
and
do
n't
deserve
to
hear
.
"
I
picked
up
her
hat
,
and
approached
to
reinstate
it
;
but
perceiving
that
the
people
of
the
house
took
her
part
,
she
commenced
capering
round
the
room
;
and
on
my
giving
chase
,
ran
like
a
mouse
over
and
under
and
behind
the
furniture
,
rendering
it
ridiculous
for
me
to
pursue
.
Hareton
and
the
woman
laughed
,
and
she
joined
them
,
and
waxed
more
impertinent
still
;
till
I
cried
,
in
great
irritation
:
"
Well
,
Miss
Cathy
,
if
you
were
aware
whose
house
this
is
,
you
'd
be
glad
enough
to
get
out
.
"
