entered, announcing that she was ready, when her pony should be saddled.
"Send that over to-morrow," said Heathcliff to me, then turning to her he added, "You may do without your pony—it is a fine evening, and you'll need no ponies at Wuthering Heights, for what journies you take, your own feet will serve you—Come along."
"Good-bye, Ellen!" whispered my dear little mistress. As she kissed me, her lips felt like ice. "Come and see me Ellen, don't forget."
"Take care you do no such thing, Mrs. Dean!" said her new father. "When I wish to speak to you I'll come here. I want none of your prying at my house!"
He signed her to precede him; and casting back a look that cut my heart, she obeyed.
I watched them from the window, walk down the garden. Heathcliff fixed Catherine's
