"This is Edgar's legal nephew," I reflected-"mine in a manner; I must shake hands, and-yes-I must kiss him. It is right to establish a good understanding at the beginning."
I approached, and, attempting to take his chubby fist, said-"How do you do, my dear?"
He replied in a jargon I did not comprehend.
"Shall you and I be friends, Hareton?" was my next essay at conversation.
An oath, and a threat to set Throttler on me if I did not "frame off" rewarded my perseverance.

'This is Edgar's nephew,' I reflected. 'I must shake hands, and kiss him.'
I approached, and, attempting to take his chubby fist, said, 'How do you do, my dear? Shall you and I be friends, Hareton?'
An oath, and a threat to set Throttler on me if I did not 'frame off' rewarded me.
