"You won't go to-morrow, recollect, Miss!" I commenced when we were out of the house. "You are not dreaming of it, are you?"
She smiled.
"Oh, I'll take good care!" I continued, "I'll have that lock mended, and you can escape by no way else."
"I can get over the wall," she said laughing. "The Grange is not a prison, Ellen, and you are not my jailer. 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?"
"Like him?" I exclaimed. "The worst
