He wouldn't: there was no pleasure in it, he said; but he consented to play at ball with me.

We found two in a cupboard, among a heap of old toys, tops, and hoops, and battledores and shuttlecocks.

One was marked C., and the other H.; I wished to have the C., because that stood for Catherine, and the H.might be for Heathcliff, his name; but the bran came out of H., and Linton didn't like it.

I beat him constantly: and he got cross again, and coughed, and returned to his chair.

That night, though, he easily recovered his good humour: he was charmed with two or three pretty songs--_your_ songs, Ellen; and when I was obliged to go, he begged and entreated me to come the following evening; and I promised.