'Oh, give them to me, and I'll never, never do so again! Don't tell papa.

You have not told papa, Ellen?
say you have not?
I've been exceedingly naughty, but I won't do it any more!' With a grave severity in my manner I bade her stand up.
'So,' I exclaimed, 'Miss Catherine, you are tolerably far on, it seems: you may well be ashamed of them! A fine bundle of trash you study in your leisure hours, to be sure: why, it's good enough to be printed! And what do you suppose the master will think when I display it before him?
I hav'n't shown it yet, but you needn't imagine I shall keep your ridiculous secrets.

For shame! and you must have led the way in writing such absurdities: he would not have thought of beginning, I'm certain.' 'I didn't! I didn't!' sobbed Cathy, fit to break her heart.

'I didn't once think of loving him till--' '_Loving_!' cried I, as scornfully as I could utter the word.

'_Loving_! Did anybody ever hear the like! I might just as well talk of loving the miller who comes once a year to buy our corn.