'This is your last ride, till papa comes back.

I'll not trust you over the threshold again, you naughty, naughty girl!' 'Aha, Ellen!' she cried, gaily, jumping up and running to my side.

'I shall have a pretty story to tell to-night; and so you've found me out.
Have you ever been here in your life before ?' '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 won'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.