"Oh! don't, Miss Catherine!" I cried. "We're dismal enough without conjuring up ghosts and visions to perplex us. Come, come, be merry and like yourself! Look at little Hareton! _he's_ dreaming nothing dreary. How sweetly he smiles in his sleep!"

'Oh! don't, Miss Catherine!' I cried. 'We're dismal enough without conjuring up ghosts and visions. 