I proceeded to remove Linton's cap and mantle, and placed him on a chair by the table; but he was no sooner seated than he began to cry afresh.

My master inquired what was the matter.
'I can't sit on a chair,' sobbed the boy.
'Go to the sofa, then, and Ellen shall bring you some tea,' answered his uncle patiently.
He had been greatly tried, during the journey, I felt convinced, by his fretful ailing charge.

Linton slowly trailed himself off, and lay down.
Cathy carried a footstool and her cup to his side.

At first she sat silent; but that could not last: she had resolved to make a pet of her little cousin, as she would have him to be; and she commenced stroking his curls, and kissing his cheek, and offering him tea in her saucer, like a baby.

This pleased him, for he was not much better: he dried his eyes, and lightened into a faint smile.
'Oh, he'll do very well,' said the master to me, after watching them a minute.