All three entered, and mounted to the library where tea was laid ready.
I proceeded to remove Linton's cap, and mantle, and placed him on a chair by the table; but he was no sooner seated than he began to cry afresh. My master inquired what was the matter.
"I can't sit on a chair," sobbed the boy.
"Go to the sofa then; and Ellen shall bring you some tea," answered his uncle, patiently.
He had been greatly tried during the journey, I felt convinced, by his fretful, ailing charge.
Linton slowly trailed himself off, and lay down. Cathy carried a foot-stool and her cup to his side.
At first she sat silent; but that could not last; she had resolved to make a pet of her little cousin, as she would have him to be; and she commenced stroking his curls, and kissing his cheek, and offering him tea in her saucer, like a baby. This pleased him, for he
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