"Tak' these in to t' maister, lad," he said, "and bide there. I's gang up to my own rahm. This hoile's neither mensful nor seemly for us: we mun side out and seearch another."
"Come, Catherine," I said, "we must 'side out' too: I've done my ironing. Are you ready to go?"
"It is not eight o'clock!" she answered, rising unwillingly.
"Hareton, I'll leave this book upon the chimney-piece, and I'll bring some more to-morrow."
"Ony books that yah leave, I shall tak' into th' hahse," said Joseph, "and it'll be mitch if yah find 'em agean; soa, yah may plase yerseln!"
Cathy threatened that his library should pay for hers; and, smiling as she passed Hareton, went singing upstairs: lighter of heart, I venture to say, than ever she had been under that roof before; except, perhaps, during her earliest visits to Linton.

'Take these in to t' master, lad,' he said, 'and stay there. This room's not seemly for us: we must go and seek another.'
'Come, Catherine,' I said, 'we must go out too: I've done my ironing. Are you ready?'
She rose unwillingly. 'Hareton, I'll leave this book upon the chimney-piece, and I'll bring some more tomorrow.'
'Any books that yah leave, I shall take,' said Joseph.
Cathy threatened that his library should pay for hers; and, smiling as she passed Hareton, went singing upstairs.
