"I can get over the wall," she said laughing. "The Grange is not a prison, Ellen, and you are not my gaoler. And besides, I'm almost seventeen: I'm a woman. And I'm certain Linton would recover quickly if he had me to look after him. I'm older than he is, you know, and wiser: less childish, am I not? And he'll soon do as I direct him, with some slight coaxing. He's a pretty little darling when he's good. I'd make such a pet of him, if he were mine. We should never quarrel, should we after we were used to each other? Don't you like him, Ellen?"

'I can get over the wall,' she said, laughing. 'You are not my jailer, Ellen. Besides, I'm almost seventeen. And I'm certain Linton would recover quickly if he had me to look after him. I'm older than he is, and wiser: I can coax him. He's a pretty little darling when he's good. I'd make such a pet of him, if he were mine. We should never quarrel. Don't you like him, Ellen?'
