met, and the master irritated at seeing him clean and cheerful, or, perhaps, eager to keep his promise to Mrs. Linton shoved him back with a sudden thrust, and angrily bade Joseph "keep the fellow out of the room—send him into the garret till dinner is over. He'll be cramming his fingers in the tarts, and stealing the fruit, if left alone with them a minute."
"Nay, sir," I could not avoid answering, "he'll touch nothing, not he—and, I suppose, he must have his share of the dainties as well as we."
"He shall have his share of my hand, if I catch him down stairs again till dark," cried Hindley. "Begone, you vagabond! What, you are attempting the coxcomb, are you? Wait till I get hold of those elegant locks—see if I won't pull them a bit longer!"
"They are long enough already," observed Master Linton, peeping from the door-way, "I wonder they don't make his head ache. It's like a colt's mane over his eyes!"
