"That they what?" cried Catherine, gazing at him with a troubled countenance. "Oh, Nelly!" she added petulantly, jerking her head away from my hands, "you've combed my hair quite out of curl! That's enough; let me alone. What are you on the point of complaining about, Heathcliff?"
"Nothing-only look at the almanack on that wall;" he pointed to a framed sheet hanging near the window, and continued, "The crosses are for the evenings you have spent with the Lintons, the dots for those spent with me. Do you see? I've marked every day."

'That they what?' cried Catherine, looking troubled. 'Oh, Nelly!' she added petulantly, 'you've combed my hair out of curl! Let me alone. What are you complaining about, Heathcliff?'
'Nothing - only look at the almanack on that wall. The crosses are for the evenings you have spent with the Lintons, the dots for those spent with me. I've marked every day.'
