"Is Wuthering Heights as pleasant a place as Thrushcross Grange?" he inquired, turning to take a last glance into the valley, whence a light mist mounted and formed a fleecy cloud on the skirts of the blue.
"It is not so buried in trees," I replied, "and it is not quite so large, but you can see the country beautifully all round; and the air is healthier for you-fresher and drier. You will, perhaps, think the building old and dark at first; though it is a respectable house: the next best in the neighbourhood. And you will have such nice rambles on the moors. Hareton Earnshaw-that is, Miss Cathy's other cousin, and so yours in a manner-will show you all the sweetest spots; and you can bring a book in fine weather, and make a green hollow your study; and, now and then, your uncle may join you in a walk: he does, frequently, walk out on the hills."
"And what is my father like?" he asked. "Is he as young and handsome as uncle?"

'Is Wuthering Heights as pleasant as Thrushcross Grange?'
'It is not so buried in trees,' I replied, 'nor so large, but you can see the country beautifully all round; and the air is healthier - fresher and drier. You may think the building old and dark at first; but it is a respectable house. And you will have such nice rambles on the moors. Hareton Earnshaw - Miss Cathy's other cousin - will show you all the sweetest spots; and you can bring a book in fine weather; and your uncle may sometimes join you in a walk.'
'What is my father like?' he asked. 'Is he as young and handsome as uncle?'
